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Location: Inside the Writer's Digest office | You arrive at an annual Halloween party only to discover that someone else is dressed in the same costume as you. Bad things start happening to you throughout the night and you suspect this person has something to do with it.
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| "Ain't that a kick in the head?!"
That's the last line I muttered as Shelley slammed the patio door. And locked it.
This was the annual bash and I was kicked out.
"Too much weird stuff happenin', man. Just leave. No hard feelings?"
That's what Shelley said as he ushered me to the door. Something like Johnny Depp walking the plank in Pirates of the Caribbean.
As I walk past the pool covered in spider webs, I'm stumped. Why me?
I'm the life of the party.
I can hold my liquor.
I can tell good jokes.
Hell, I look good.
Look better than most of those clowns. This bash is mine. Or so I thought.
The night was kickin'....me looking like Kate. You know. Jon Gosselin's ole lady...or soon to be.
I thought it was a hoot. My wig. My screechy voice.
Then, around 11:30, I started gettin' the evil eye. The eye from Mindy. Then from McSteamy II (not the Grey's Anatomy guy). Then, a neck roll from Nancy.
Hey, blame it on the Cuervo. (Sorry 'bout that Carrie Underwood).
I change gears and start up a game of charades.
I gather the ghouls and goblins to the living room.
Hey, Mr. DJ, play the Monster Mash.
I'm in front of the fireplace...doin' my thing...all of a sudden...a light bulb...bursts.
I scratch my blonde wig. Hmmph.
Game cancelled.
I move to the kitchen. Get some sandwiches.
The gas stove flame jumps up outta nowhere.
I scratch my blond wig.
Stuff my mouth and move into a conversation with McSteamy II.
I'm laughin'. I'm smilin'. I'm saying somethin' witty. I even touch his shoulder.
All of a sudden....McSteamy starts scratching his shoulder. Guess what?
He pulls off his green polo and uncovers a red, massive bumpy rash. Nasty thing.
Did I do that? (My apologies to Urkel)
He seems to think so...and everybody else.
The best way to picture this scene....think Frankenstein, the mob, the pitchforks.....and I'm Frank.
The monster who hit the pavement. Back to the castle.
I go walkin' after midnight. (I'm responsible. I left my car at Shelley's.)
Who put this hex on me, I wonder.
As I tramp through the night air, I see another blonde wig in a Red Camry.
With the radio blasting that ACDC classic, "Highway to Hell".
It's Kate.
The real Kate Plus Eight.
Edited by pencilandpaper 2009-10-28 12:50 PM
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Location: swamps o' Florida | I notice there is no word count limit. Bwahahahaha (fiendish laugh).
I had been looking forward to this party since last Halloween. My first grown up Halloween party provided by my employer, so no vampy El Vira costume, I had to keep my outfit respectable. Well, somewhat.
I showed up just a tad late, my coworker, Susan had been there for a few minutes, she had chosen to dress up as our boss, Jennifer.
“So what WERE you thinking Susan? You even packed on fat pillows to your hips! Never mind that Jennifer has no sense of humor, you have been on thin ice with her since the Clooney incident!”
Susan was dabbing her tears. “I know, I’m going home to change, I’ll pick up a pumpkin outfit on the way back. At least the fat pillows won’t go to waste…cover for me while I‘m gone.” She quickly took her leave.
The fact that Jennifer had no sense of humor was odd, considering that we were all part of the production crew for the television show “Saturday Night Live” but Susan’s costume was too spot on.
After Susan left, I began to notice my co-workers staring at me. I thought it was Susan they were eyeballing, but it soon became obvious that my Bumble Bee costume was …. what?? I could think of no reason why my costume could be considered inappropriate.
I decided to head to the buffet table, and then try to mix it up with my work buddies. I ruminated on the question while stuffing my face with a mini quiche - gee you think that the buffet could be a little more “Halloweenie” - I snorted to myself thinking of tiny Halloweenie’s that could be made up for a party, with little cheese fangs or some such.
“So, what’s so funny over here?” I looked up from the buffet table at the man in the Bumble Bee costume. Now I knew why the other guests were remarking on my costume.
“Hey! Great minds think alike!” I graciously offered.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” He replied flatly.
“Okay, what would you say then?” I began to suspect a hostile vibe.
“I would say that great minds get imitated.” And with that he turned and left.
Stunned, I began to wonder if anyone at the party had a sense of humor. Big deal and whoop de freakin do if I happen to own a rather awesome Bumble Bee costume. I have had this costume since nineteen flippin’ seventy six, and believe me buddy boy, it is the original and the one and only.
As I turned to leave the buffet table and possibly the party in a HUFF, my stinger caught on the table covering and I proceeded to pull the complete collection of lousy stale appetizers on to the floor in my haste and rage.
Oh well no loss I thought to myself. Perhaps I am sparing someone a night of intestinal agony by disposing of the big box store goodies. I smiled to the audience, (yes there was an audience by this time) and proceeded to the door realizing too late that my professional reputation was on the line.
At that very moment, the lights went out. I was full steam ahead when this happened and didn’t have time to slow my gait before I crashed into something that shattered when it hit the floor. Okay, at that moment I was rather glad the lights were out, as I slowly and carefully slunk away, trying to still make my way to the door, thankful that no one could see how beet red my face must have been.
Ah, the doorway at last! I reached for the doorknob, ignoring the started cries of the guests scrambling to find a light switch or a lamp (which is possibly what crashed seconds prior).
My hand grazed the wall in search of the doorknob I wasn’t finding. Viola! My hand had mistakenly found the bleepity bleepin’ light switch. The crowd started yelling at me, wondering why the heyll did I shut of the lights, over the exclamations of the hostess over her shattered lamp. I glanced down to see the shards of glass protruding from my costume and started to pray that I wasn’t mortally wounded as I bolted out the door.
Outside, I flew down the porch steps, into the man in the Bumble Bee costume.
“There’s only one King Bee sweetie, and I’m it.”
As Mr. Belushi removed his mask I gasped in horror. He smiled and gave a little wave and disappeared into the mist.
“Hey! You’re a real butthead buddy!” I screamed into the green glow that quickly dissipated.
“Trick or treat!” Came a disembodied voice.
I sped off to the car, to get to the hospital. I had to get this shard removed. In my Bumble Bee costume none the less.
King Bee my behind. I’ll get him. The party is at my place next year. I will be the one with an attitude in the bee costume. Can’t miss me.
P.S. I love John Belushi so no offense.
Edited by Neets 2009-10-28 12:08 PM
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| You may note that the phrase "throughout the night" from the prompt has been trampled on here. But it's for the worthwhile goal of making this story more messed up, which is what Halloween is about. Artistic license.
In all likeliness, what I write here will be the last remaining evidence of my ever having existed. Perhaps this too will be erased, or perhaps he will get ahold of it. I don’t know, and at this point I don’t care either. I feel that I must put down something to record my unbelievable story.
Everything began innocently enough. It was a halloween party, and for laziness, I was dressed as a vampire, with a suit and fangs. Everything was fine until halfway to the end of the party the door opened and a man walked in. It was an open party, and probably I would have taken no notice of him, were it not for the fact that he had come in the exact same costume that I had. He was tall, with dark hair, white skin, and an unremarkable face. It was irritating, but I might still have brushed it off but for one thing. I remember that every time that I saw him I got a sort of a chill down my spine. As the two of us were leaving, we bumped against each other. That’s when I think it really began.
Over the course of the next few weeks, I found myself losing things. Important things, too. My driver’s license. Clothes. Papers. Eventually, my car disappeared over the night from my driveway. And every time these things happened, I felt that same chill I had felt when I had seen him for the first time. And an image of him became more and more distinct.
Then it got worse and worse. Two days after my car vanished, my broker called to inform me that all of my investments had failed and that my accounts were closing. I had to sell what I could, and fire all of the help. A week later, police came to my door. The looked around for a while, then suddenly read me my rights and stuck me in a car. A few minutes later, I was sitting in a cell, and no one would explain why I was there. The next day, my wife visited me and told me that she was beginning the process for a divorce. And I kept feeling that same exact chill. I became more and more persuaded that all of this was being caused by the man in my costume.
A day after the divorce ended, police came to my cell, let me out, and brought me back to my house. Beside it was my car, sitting just as it should. The gardner was mowing the lawn. I knocked on the door and my wife answered it.
“Darling!” I cried, stunned.
She looked at me in a cryptic way and then beckoned for me to follow her. I did, and wondered at seeing all of the things I had sold and lost all sitting around. She took me into my sitting room.
And sitting in my chair, wearing my wedding ring. He smiled, and then laughed. He didn’t say anything. But he didn’t need to. I understood all of a sudden. ?I don’t know what that thing was, but it certainly wasn’t a human. It was a shade of some kind. Somehow, it has to live by taking other people’s lives. I ran as fast as I could, into a library, where I grabbed a pencil and paper to write this. Because now the process is about to finish. It’s taken my possessions and my lifestyle. And now, finally, it’s taking me, my full soul, and my full body. I’m fading...
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| I hate parties, especially costume parties, but of course I had to attend. I am the lead engineer in a small medical technology company. The name is unimportant, you haven’t heard of it, but our patents, (my patents), are in some of the best known leading edge Medical equipment. Put me in my lab, give me a computer, and I am in my elements, but out here in the world it is frightening. It’s not that I don’t like people, one on one I have not problem, but in big groups the meaningless babble, and the too fit in are just more than I can handle. Oh well, I guess I better go in and get it over with.
Bob, glad to see that you made it. Great costume, by the way. Bar’s in the back and don’t forget to spend a few minutes with Mr. Gupta from Compumedics, He’s the man in the Dracula getup. By the way, check out Charlie’s costume He’s come as Dr. Frankenstein also, but his costume is no match for yours. He just looks silly. You, ---- you make the mad doctor come to life, it I met you on the street, I just might want to burn your lab down.
Thanks, I guess. Has Beth arrived?
Not yet, but she’s always late.
True. See you later.
The bar or Mr, Gupta first that’s the question. I guess I better take care of business before I get smashed and make a fool of myself. Hell with it a drink in my hand might break the Ice.
He Joe, Give me beer.
What kind?
Got a Corona?.
Here you go.
Hey Charlie, great costume, wish I’d thought of it.
Yeah, real funny.
Hey, cool it you look really.
Sorry, its been a bad day.
Know what you mean.
Catch you later, I got go over and schmooze a Vampire.
Mr. Gupta. Bob Fredricks.
Nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things about you.
Really, must have been lies
Seriously, do you have a minute I’d like to discuss your multi-diagnostic interface.
Sure
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An hour later I finally got a way, and went looking for Beth. She had come as Jessica from Rodger Rabbit, and My jaw dropped. She was drop dead gorgeous.
Yo Beth, want to play some patty-cake?
You wish. Did you see Charlie? He looks like back street abortion doctor, not the great Dr. Frankenstein.
Come on Beth, it’s not that bad.
I know, but his costume is not very good.
Hey, I’m wearing the same costume.
Yeah, but you make it look real, I’m almost afraid to have a drink with you. You might just use my brain to bring your monster to life.
It’s not your brain that will bring my monster to life.
Bob.
It was beginning to look like the night might not be a total waste,
Then the lights went out/
Help! Bob
When the lights came back on a few seconds later Beth was gone. At first I though she was playing a joke on me. But I looked all over the room, and I couldn’t find her anywhere. I was getting worried, Her scream when the lights went out, maybe it wasn’t a joke, and where was Charlie. Now I was really getting worried. Charlie can’t hold his drink. He get’s paranoid and mean when he is drunk. I was wearing the same costume, and wearing it better. God, I hope he hadn’t done anything bad to Beth.
Where could they have gone? I was panicking. No one had seen either of them since the lights went out.
I ran outside. Both of there cars were still in the lot, but I didn’t see them anywhere. I ran inside. I must have looked like a mad man, I ran up to the bartender, and grabbed him.
Where’s the back door?
That way. Take it easy.
I ran through the kitchen,
Did you see a man dressed like me and a beautiful girl pass through here
Someone went out the back door about 15 minutes ago, I didn’t see much the lights were out.
Thanks.
I tore open the door, and there was Charlie lying on the ground. I shook him,
Charlie What did you do with Beth?
But he didn’t move. He seemed strangely lifeless.
Charlie, Charlie,
Oh my God I think he’s dead. What’s going on.
Then back by the dumpster I saw movement. I moved slowly. Then I screamed.
Mr. Gupta was just sinking his fangs into Beth’s neck
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| Halloween Party Mishap
It was Ray’s office Halloween party and I was to meet him there after work.
“What are you going to wear?” he asked me that morning.
“You’ll see.”
We been married for five years, if he couldn’t pick me out of a crowd, costume or not, we were in trouble.
When I left him at his office last week after our lunch I’d seen an interesting costume in the window of a specialty shop just a few doors down from his building. It was different – a take on the harlequin theme. The mannequin was wearing a masque and a fitted long dress with a black and red diamond pattern. It included a blond wig to cover my red hair. Through the window I could see a customer trying the dress on and decide to come the next day and try it on.
I knew I would look good in it. Sure enough when I arrived at the party a few days later, just half an hour late – the crowd almost parted for me as I headed for Ray in his joker costume standing at the far end of the room. He grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner into a darkened alcove where he embraced me and kissed me with passion. Wow, I thought this costume stuff is a good idea. But as his very warm hands were working their way over my hips – I saw, over his shoulder, my harlequin double enter the room. She spoke to someone who directed her in our direction before heading our way. Suddenly though she stopped and stared at us a few seconds before stomping away. Ray turned to see the other harlequin as she marched off.
I giggled and mussed Ray’s hair a little. He stared closely at me. “Marilyn?” He said and raised my masque.
I giggled again. “Of course,” I said. “What a joker!”
It was a good party although Ray kept looking at me in a strange way all evening. The rest of the crowd had little grins as well. I guess they knew I had really surprised Ray.
A coincidence though that his secretary had chosen the same costume as me. She left early so we didn’t get a chance to chat. Bad things happened alright but this time not to me.
Edited by Nanny B. 2009-11-17 4:25 PM
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