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Halloween Treat

Halloween Treat


Was a night of horror movies on SYFY that I watched on Halloween night a severe Thunderstorm brewing outside as the lightning flashed lighting the night air the roar of the thunder rocked my chair that put a bit of scar in me I began to shake inside my nerves where unease. The hallowing wind banging tree limes on the side of the house as the lights flickering from the heavy rain much like the film I was watching the night of the living dead.

Lights go out as lighten lights up the sky as my generator kits in the lights are back on I walk to the kitchen for a never pick me up the TV came back on valium full a scream from the film filled the spooky night drop my glass of never pick up and broke I was shaking in my booths. Pick up the bottle of never pick me up one more glass hands were shaking so bad that the neck of the bottle sounded of a machine gun firing looking around to see what was going on to be sure that I was the only one in the house I returned to my chair white as a ghost trimming.

A knock at my door scared the shit out up who, the fuck can that be really was not expecting any one got up and open the door there stood a dripping wet lady, my I use your phone I ran off the road when a tree fall a crossed the road. Come in and get out of the rain my phone is over there on the table next to the TV she lifts the receiver from the cradle there no tile done she said sorry must be the storm it be back on after a while. Your dripping wet like to dry off and put on some dry cloths.

Yes all I have are pants and shirt that be okay yes It would I get them for you thanks use the bathroom the second door on the right, I put your clothes on the back of the chair that in front of the fire place to dry, my name is Mat Horne what do I call you Sally Short. She returns from the bathroom dressed in the things I gave her what are you watching I replayed the night of the living dead on a night like this why not it is fitting do you think so yes it is. As the storm rages on outside we settle down to watch on the couch Sally do you like horror films yes but they scare the hell out of me the same here Sally.

Mat yes my I have a drink of whatever you are having yes sorry about that like ice yes be right back got the bottle from the cabinet put in the ice and fix Sally one brought back and handed it to her, the lighten flash the roar of the thunder frighten her. She jump a bit moved close to me barred her head into my chest shaking I wrap my arm around her to comfort her. The scene was the walking dead were eating the live that left both of us shaking we look at one other eyes wide open our lips meet in such a way that the film did not matter from that monument on it was as though we were lovers the passion and lust took over.


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