Trick or Treat

Happy Halloween All!!! I tried writing a spooky story but I guess I just don't have it in me.  Here's my lame attempt.

Bill and Wendy Rogers decided to get away for the weekend.  They rented a cabin in the mountains hoping to be able to see the last of the fall foliage before the cold weather set in. They hemmed and hawed about going that weekend because it meant missing an annual Halloween Party thrown by the friends, but they decided to forgo the party in lieu of a nice relaxing weekend away.

They both left work early on Friday, packed the car and hit the road.  About halfway up the mountain, they stopped for dinner.  Their server was chatty, and the fact there weren’t many customers meant she had time to spend.  She asked where they were headed, and so they told her they’d rented a cabin in Morehead Park.  

      

“Oh,” she said.  Her tone indicated she had more to say but didn’t.  The Rogers’ didn’t think any more about it.  They paid for their dinner and hit the road anxious to get to the cabin and start their weekend.

The drive took about another 45 minutes to an hour when they saw a sign stating that Morehead Park was on the right.  They turned and were soon on a dirt road.  Thinking there had to be a mistake, they checked their GPS only to find it had gone ‘rogue’ on them.  According to the GPS, they were nowhere.  Bill kept driving and eventually came upon another sign for Cabins – Dead Ahead.

“What a strange sign,” he mentioned to Wendy.  He followed the sign and pulled into a circular drive with five cabins around the circle.  Wendy checked their reservation and saw they were in the middle cabin.  None of the other cabins looked occupied, and they congratulated themselves on their luck of getting the largest cabin and being the first there to get the prime parking spot.

Bill unlocked the door and walked into the living room with a large fireplace taking up the majority of the room.  The minute he walked in, the fireplace came alive. ‘Nice touch,’  he thought. It didn’t bother him because he figured it was a gas fireplace that automatically turned on when the door opened.  He went out to help Nancy with the bags and groceries. 

They unloaded the groceries,  unpacked and decided to take a walk before settling in for the night. They donned warmer clothes and walked out into the crisp mountain air that was redolent with the scent of pine.  Inhaling the cold air into their lungs, they giggled when they expelled their frosty breath.  Without the city lights, night was black as midnight.  It was the night of the new moon, and the only lights were the thousands of stars above. There was a slight breeze, and you could hear the death rattle of leaves still clinging to the branches.  The leaves that already carpeted the forest floor crunched under their footsteps.  They walked in silence, enjoying the peace and silence when the sound of a far off wolf shattered their serenity, and Bill suggested they had back toward the cabin.

They were almost to the cabin when they heard voices.

“I guess we’re not going to be the only ones here this weekend, after all,” Wendy said.

As they got closer, theirs was the only lighted cabin and their car was the only one around.

“That’s strange. I could have sworn I heard people talking.”

“I did too Bill.  Maybe they didn’t like the looks of things and took off.” 

“Wouldn’t we have heard the car engine?”

“I would think so.  Honey, you get in the car while I check out the house.  Lock the doors, you can’t be too careful.”

He took his keys out of his pocket, clicked and unlocked the car door.  Wendy got in and watched Bill go into the cabin.  She had a creepy feeling and pulled her can of mace out of the glove box while she waited to get the all clear from Bill.

She waited and waited, but Bill still hadn’t returned when she decided to see what was keeping him.  She grabbed her can of mace and headed for the cabin.  She opened the door and called to Bill.  No response.  She called out again and then checked the rooms – Bill was nowhere to be found. That creepy feeling returned. ‘Where the hell was he, he hadn’t come back out, so he had to be in here.’

“Bill, I’m getting scared now, where the hell are you?”

She pulled out her cellphone, but there were no bars.  Now she was really scared.  She went to the kitchen to get a knife.  She had just pulled it out of the drawer when she sensed someone was behind her. “Just what do you think you’re going to do with the knife?” the voice behind her said. Frightened out of her wits, the knife fell to the floor. It was then she heard “Didn’t I tell you to wait in the car?”

Wendy turned around into Bill’s waiting arms.  “I was frightened, why didn’t you answer me when I called?”

“Why didn’t you wait in the car?”

“You didn’t come, and I was worried. Where did you go?”

“It was the strangest thing.  I came in and checked all the rooms – everything was fine, but I heard a scraping noise and checked the closet – only it isn’t a closet.  It’s a door to the basement.  I used my phone’s flashlight and went down the stairs.  When I reached the bottom, my flashlight went out and wouldn’t go back on. I tried going back up the stairs, but it was as if they were gone.   I couldn’t find them.  I could hear you calling,  I called out to you, but no sound came out. Once my eyes adjusted to the blackness, I moved around the room and found the stairs right where I thought they should be.  I swore they weren’t there.  It must have been my eyes playing tricks on me in the dark.”

Wendy felt cold shivers down her spine.  “Well you are not leaving my side again and we sure as hell aren’t going down in that basement until daylight.”

They got ready for bed, and once in bed, Wendy snuggled up close to Bill.  She needed to feel the warmth and strength of his body, the incident had left her rattled.  “Hold me tight,” she told him.

He chuckled. “I’ll hold you tight, but I should spank you for disobeying me.  You didn’t stay in the car.” He told her as he settled under the covers.

“I was worried about you.”

“And what exactly were you going to do if there had been someone other than me in here.  At least if you’d been in the car, you could have gone for help.”

“I didn’t think about that, only you.” 

 He crushed her to him and swatted her bottom playfully. “Next time do what I say, okay.”

Considering the earlier events, they slept peacefully and woke up the next morning, bright and ready to enjoy the day.  The first thing Bill did was check the basement door.  He couldn’t open the door – it appeared to be locked even though there was no lock present.  Bill shook his head, convinced it was just stuck and decided to try again after breakfast.  When Wendy said she wanted to see the basement, he told her later because he didn’t want her going on one of her investigative rants, she could be like a dog with a bone.

They spent the rest of the morning outdoors enjoying the scenery.  In their long walk around the lake, they didn’t once see another living soul.  Almost back to the cabin, Wendy took a detour.

“Where are you going?” Bill asked.

“Just over here.  I saw something.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure, but I thought I saw someone walking over there among the trees.”

“If you did, they probably saw us and if they wanted to talk they would have called out.  Leave them be.”  Wendy just kept walking away from Bill.  He loved his wife’s independent streak but damn she could be stubborn.  He stepped up his pace to catch up with her, caught her and delivered a couple of hard swats to her bottom.  “Listen to me.”  He took her hand and walked her back to the cabin.  As they approached, there was music playing.

“Did you leave the radio on?” she asked.

“There is no radio.”

“Then where’s the music coming from.  It doesn’t look as if anyone else has checked in?”

“It could be a skip.  Sometimes, in this kind of terrain, sounds carry and echo a long way.  Or there could be a campground down in the area that we haven’t seen.”

The words appeased Wendy, but Bill wasn’t convinced.  There was something strange going on, but he didn’t want to alarm Wendy. 

While Wendy went about fixing lunch, Bill wanted to investigate the basement’s locked door.  He went to the door and the knob easily turned in his hand. The swung the door open.  ‘It must have been stuck earlier,' he said to himself.  He walked down the stairs and looked around. Nothing but some rusty old outdoor furniture, and garden tools hanging on the walls. Convinced he was just disoriented the previous night, he started back up the stairs.  He just reached the third step, when he noticed Wendy's scarf hooked on a nail across the room.

‘What kind of game is she playing?  I guess she decided she wanted to celebrate Halloween after all. Well, I’ll play along and then when she thinks she won, I’ll do a prank of my own.’

He took the scarf and brought it upstairs with him and placed it with her coat on the peg.

“Lunch is ready,’ she called.  When lunch was over, he suggested they have some bedroom fun. Wendy was game.

Once the kitchen was straightened, Bill hiked Wendy up over his shoulder, firemen style, and carried her to the bedroom.  They had always enjoyed a vigorous sex life, and each was eager to please the other.  Wendy especially enjoyed getting her bottom spanked, it sparked her libido, and multiple orgasms were not unusual.  Bill was only too happy to oblige.  He loved to watch her lily white ass turn to a blushing pink and this day was no exception. Except today as he began to warm her ass, he remembered how she had misbehaved the previous night and earlier that day, and the smacks were a little harder than usual.

Wendy called him on the intensity of his spanking, and he said she deserved it for being naughty.

“Naughty huh, I’ll show you naughty,” She giggled as she raised her leg and kicked Bill square in the chin.

“Oh, so that’s the way it’s doing to be, huh,” Bill told her, rubbing his chin.  He scissored his leg over hers, and the next flurry of whacks were harder than before and delivered one after another, first on one cheek and then on the other. He was in the midst of raising his arm again when it felt as if someone grabbed his arm and held it back in a death-like grip.  He tried moving his arm but couldn't.  

“C’mon Bill, don’t stop know.” Wendy told him, “I’m almost there.”

“I can’t move my arm,” Bill said. 

“What?”

“Someone or something has my arm and is holding it back.”  Wendy turned her head around as far as she could and couldn’t see anyone.  “Bill, there’s no one holding your arm back, put it down.”

He tried, but couldn’t move it. “I can’t.”  Wendy rolled off his lap and stood up.  She reached for his arm and pulled it down – as easy as pie.  She smacked his shoulder as she told him he wasn’t funny.

“I swear to you, honey.  I couldn’t move my arm.” Wendy pushed Bill down on the bed and climbed on top.  She began to roll over when she saw someone staring at them through the window.  She quickly grabbed the blanket and covered them.

“Bill, there’s someone out there staring in at us.”  Bill turned to look but didn’t see anyone. When Wendy looked back, whoever was there was gone. 

“I’m going to go check it out.  You stay here, do you hear me?”

“Yes, but be careful.”

Bill cautiously walked outside,  inspecting the perimeter of the cabin and saw no footprints or anything disturbed indicating there had been someone out there.  He especially looked around the bedroom window.  He went back inside and gave his report to Wendy.

“Bill, I know what I saw.”

“Well, honey, there’s no one out there now.”

Bill pulled down the shades and was about to hop back into bed to take up where they left off when they heard the toilet flush.  They both jumped up.  Bill ran to the bathroom.  There was no one there, but the shower was running, and he saw the shower curtain flutter.  He yanked it back, but there was no one there, either.

‘That’s it.', he said to himself and went back to the bedroom.

“Pack up Wendy, we’re getting out of here?”

“Who’s here?”

“I don’t know, but it’s no one we know.  Hurry and pack up.” As soon as the bags were packed, Bill hustled them out the door and into the car.  “Oh, wait.  I didn’t empty the fridge.” Wendy said.

“The hell with it, let them have whatever’s in there.”

“Whose they.”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.  I only know I want to get away from here.”

He started the car and quickly drove down the dirt road. As he drove, he heard, “Good By. We thought you’d never leave.  Don’t come back again.” He looked over at Wendy.  It clearly wasn’t her who had spoken.  Bill shivered. 

“I guess we better stop at the store to get some candy to hand out to the trick or treaters."

“Yeah,” Wendy answered.  “I don’t want any tricks,”   Bill said he felt the same.  In his mind, they’d had enough tricks for one Halloween.

How about you - do you have enough candy for the trick or treaters?  We don't get any here but I used to love to see all the little kiddies dressed in their costumers.  Happy Halloween Everyone and I'll see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.