Hollow heads

Halloween day. Late afternoon. Damien was happy with the way the day had gone at work.  Light, playful atmosphere, eerie decorations, skeletons hanging here and there and some of the personnel wearing costumes, including the lovely witch at reception.
   A somewhat macabre atmosphere which did not prevent him from making a nice deal with a business partner in Berlin.  He was a good salesman when it came to computer programs. It is in an upbeat mood that he drove home in his brand new Cadillac.   He was not particularly ''green''  but he would try to contribute and give it a go with this latest electric model.  Comfortable.  Classy,
   He left the highway, turned right at the intersection and soon reached  his plush neighborhood.  Respectably high end and mostly with  renovated Victorian era houses.  It was getting dark, a few street lamps here and there, and fitting decorations.   Gobblins and ghosts, huge lighted pumpkins  There was even a witch on a broom hanging close to a tree branch.
   On his own lawn a number of skeletons clinging to the walls of the house. And a few climbing, it looked like.
   He parked in the driveway, walked to the side entrance, tapped the code and entered.   He had an eerie feeling.   True, Emilie had a touch for the macabre and Bach's  Toccata and Fugue in D Minor was filling the air.   As was his habit he headed for the living-room where he liked to enjoy a glass of sherry in her company.
   But she was not there.   Very odd.  He had a nasty foreboding as he traced his steps back, made his way to the kitchen where there was but a dim light on.
   Nothing. No Emilie.
   But the solarium door was open.
    Shock
    Refusing  to see what his eyes were seeing as his beloved wife lay on her back  on  the floor, wearing her beautiful long black gown, laying there in a pool of blood.
                            
    THREE HOURS EARLIER

Three teens are sitting around in the basement of a nearby house.   Plenty of rifles and shotguns as  well as a few Colts and  a Glock.   They were not playing ''spin the bottle''.   These friends were playing ''spin the gun'', all in good fun.  Pretty much like a video game and a game of ''dare or shut up''
   James won.  The lady a few doors down lost.