A Halloween Trick turns into a Treat

It’s colder inside the building than it is outside. A breeze whistles through the gaps in the shutters, tickling the back of Farrah’s neck.

She shivers.

The door creaks behind her, and she spins, heart racing.

There’s no one there. Why would there be? Who else would be mad enough to enter an abandoned old house on Halloween, just for a dare?

She takes a deep breath and continues up the stairs. They creak with every step. The whole house shudders, as though it might collapse from the weight of the wind. She wishes her work mates would accept a selfie at the door as proof of her bravery— but no — they want to see the ornate fireplace in the former master bedroom.

The furthest room in the house.

At the top of the stairs Farrah turns, jumping as a shadow crosses the hall ahead of her.

Just a cloud crossing the moon.

She pushes on, keen to get this over with.

Inside the master bedroom it’s bright, the full moon reflected in a large mirror on one wall, spotlighting the very place she needs to stand for her selfie.

Perfect.

She takes a few shots, ignoring the prickles on the back of her neck.

There’s no one else here.

But when she lowers her phone, there he is.

She shrieks.

He steps back, hands raised in surrender.

‘I won’t hurt you.’

His voice is deep, and somehow soothing. She stops shrieking.

‘I didn’t mean to scare you,’ he continues. ‘Just wondered what you are doing in my bedroom?’

‘Your bedroom?’ She shakes her head. ‘This place has been abandoned for decades.’

He raises a brow. ‘That’s the assumption you all like to make.’

‘But…’ She looks around. Now she’s not so focused on the fireplace she sees the room is well-furnished: thick cosy-looking covers on a clean bed, clothes tossed over the back of a straight backed chair, an open book, pages-down, on the bedside table. There’s even a pot of tea on the coffee table, steaming in the cool night air. He is dressed in pajamas of all things — cream coloured — with thin vertical stripes.

‘Shit.’ Farrah’s face burns. ‘I’m so so sorry.’

‘You’re not the first.’ He shrugs. ‘I’ve come to be quite used to it, actually. Instead of trick-or-treaters Halloween brings intruders instead.’

She cringes and he laughs. ‘It’s usually drunken teenage boys. Though they’re easier to scare. Always think they’ve seen a ghost.’ He laughs again, a lovely deep sound that makes Farrah like him, just a little bit.

‘Yeah.’ Farrah shakes her head, and edges towards the door. There’s no way she can explain she’s here on a drunken dare, desperate to impress her new work colleagues. She looks ridiculous enough already. ‘Look. I’ll leave, and I’ll make sure everyone knows you live here, so no one bothers you again.’

‘You don’t have to.’

‘What? You want more midnight visitors?’

‘You don’t have to leave.’ He clears his throat, glances away to the unlit fire place. ‘I’m a bit of a hermit. Tend to keep to myself. It’s easier, sometimes. But it get’s lonely, too, after a while. And it’s been a long time since I’ve had female company. I can pour you a tea?’

She hesitates, but there’s something about him that makes her feel safe.

‘Sure. Okay.’

‘I’m Thomas by the way.’

‘Farrah.’

‘Farrah. What a beautiful name.’ He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

They have tea. Thomas brings out cake as well, a deliciously moist sponge cake he claims to have baked himself.

He’s a little odd, but in a sweet way, his mannerisms old-fashioned somehow, but Farrah finds herself falling for him. They sit either end of a velvet covered sofa, Farrah sliding ever closer to him the longer they talk.

‘It’s been a long time since you’ve had female company?’ she asks

Thomas nods. ‘A long time.’

Farrah’s cup clinks against the saucer as she sets it down. ‘So, it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman.’ She sets her hand on his knee, her heart racing again, but this time, not from hear.

He glances at it, and sucks in a deep breath.

‘A long long time,’ he repeats.

‘Can I kiss you?’ Farrah asks.

His gaze meets hers, and she can read the answer in his eyes, but she waits till he replies. ‘I’d like that.’

He licks his lips, barely moving as she leans in close, his eyes closing just before their lips meet, and her eyes close too.

His kiss is soft, and warm. He leans closer, his hand coming up to hold the side of her neck, his thumb brushing her cheek.

‘That’s nice,’ she murmurs, kissing him again.

She slides a hand down his side, pulling out his shirt so she can get to his chest. She finds and flicks a nipple. He groans, his hands finding her breasts, his thumbs stroking her through the fabric. A heat spreads through Farrah’s body, her skin tingling as his hands move, finding her skin, stroking and circling and squeezing.

‘You are so beautiful.’ His voice is husky.

‘So are you.’ She pulls away to brush away a tuft of hair that’s flopped down over his forehead, then pulls her shirt over her head, unclips her bra and lets it all fall to the floor.

His breath seems to catch in his throat as he admires her.

‘You sure?’ he asks.

‘I am if you are.’

‘Oh, I am.’ He leans forward, taking a nipple in his mouth, the wet heat of it making her shiver with desire. She runs her hand through his hair and down the back of his shirt, and he stops long enough to remove it before teasing the other nipple between his teeth.

‘Shall we move to the bed?’ She nods towards the very cosy looking four poster bed, and in a moment he’s swept her up in his arms, taken the few steps across the room, and tossed her onto the bed, straddling her.

‘You’re keen!’

‘Sorry. Was that too fast?’

‘No. I liked it.’ She grins, reaching down to undo his trousers. ‘This is a much better position to be in.’

His eyes widen as she slides a hand over his underwear, cupping the bulge beneath.

‘Mmm…’ she teases. ‘This feels nice.’ She gives it a squeeze and he closes his eyes and groans again. ‘I’d like to taste this.’ She shimmies down the bed between his legs, pulling on the elastic of his underpants to release his cock.

She holds his gaze as she strokes it with her nose, loving the way his pupils dilate, the hunger in his gaze. ‘Do you like that?’

‘I do.’ His words are breathy, and she stretches out her tongue, licking from base to tip, before closing her mouth over the head. He gasps, his body jolting, and she closes her eyes to take him deeper.

‘Oh, Farrah. That feels so good.’

She loves pleasing him. Loves the feel of his cock in her mouth, loves the sounds he makes, loves the bliss evident on his face as she takes him as deep as she can.

He groans again, pulling away abruptly.

‘Must be my turn.’ It sounds like it’s a struggle for him to speak, and she grins, sliding back up the bed as he meets her halfway, kissing her lips, her cheek, her ears. Nibbling his way down her neck and across her collarbone, setting her nipples and groin on fire as he bites and sucks each breast, and then kisses down her stomach to nuzzle between her legs.

In no time her back is arching, as wave after wave of pleasure shoots up her spine.

‘Oh my god!’ She grips Thomas’s hands as an orgasm tears through her body, and she collapses on the bed, panting.

He sits up, looking rather pleased with himself.

‘You enjoyed that then?’

She laughs. ‘You could say that.’

Something about the moment has given him a newfound confidence, and he kicks off his trousers and underpants and climbs back onto the bed between her legs.

‘You ready for more?’

She smirks. ‘I’m not leaving till we’re done.’ She spreads her legs wider, reaching to grab his cock and guide it towards her pussy.

He doesn’t need further invitation, his lips meet hers as he pushes inside, and she gasps at the feel of him, thick and warm, filling her.

She wraps her arms and legs around him, their kiss deepening as their bodies moved together, heat building between them.

She calls out his name as they pick up the pace, thrusting and gripping each other, and Farrah comes again, holding him tight as he follows soon after.

He collapses on her, his forehead pressed against hers, struggling to catch his breath. ‘That was incredible.’ He rolls over so they were lying next to one another, his gaze holding hers. ‘Thank you. Thank you for the best night of my existence.’

She kisses him again. ‘Perhaps we can repeat it sometime soon?’

The smile drops from his face. ‘In a year, maybe.’

‘A year?’ Farrah’s heart sinks.

‘There’s something I need to tell you.’ He gestures towards the window, where the moon has dropped below the horizon, and the sky is a softening blue.

‘What is it?’ She frowns.

‘I’m not really here. This is… was… my home, about 50 years ago. When the sun rises, I’ll be gone.’

Farrah can’t believe it, but it’s happening before her eyes — the wallpaper fades, the blankets crumble beneath her. She scrambles from the bed still grasping Thomas’s hand as though she can keep him with her.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers. ‘I can only do a one-night stand.’

Then he’s gone, the room an abandoned wreck, just as Farrah now feels. When she looks at her phone, the photos she took show her own nervous face in front of a crumbling, faded fireplace.

She pulls on her clothes, just as the door crashes open and her work colleagues burst in.

‘You’re alive.’

‘Shit, we thought something must’ve happened to you!’

‘The dare was for a selfie — not to stay the night!’

‘I was sure you’d never make it into the house. You’re braver than you look.’

‘Come on, we’ll shout you breakfast, least we can do for convincing you to spend the night in this bombshell.’

As they leave Farrah glances back. For a second Thomas stands in a shadowy corner of the room. Then she blinks, and he’s gone.

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