Ashley’s Halloween Fright Night
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Ashley’s Halloween Fright Night
By: Hooked6
Copyright October 2013 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
Ashley’s Halloween Fright Night (ENF, Public Exposure,)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 1
Halloween parties are a staple around my house and have been for years. Ever since my two teenage sons were just little boys, I have always tried to make every holiday something special. Halloween was no exception, from decorating the house and playing scary sound effects to designing and then later on eventually purchasing truly outlandish costumes for the boys to go Trick or Treating in, I spared no expense to create lasting memories. I had absolutely no idea, however, what memories I would be creating this year when I decided to turn our home into a haunted house of horrors.
It all started when my oldest son Ryan, who is now 16, suggested that he wanted to go to party at a friend’s house instead of hanging around home with his little brother – that would be Eric who is 14. To say I was crushed would be an understatement. It would be the first time our family wouldn’t be together at my favorite time of year. He said something about all the popular girls being at this party and the fact that he was invited was a major social achievement in his eyes. To make matters worse my husband informed me that same day that he was going to have to travel out of town on business that entire week so he too would be missing in action!
Despite my pleadings and not so subtle bribes my son was still insistent that he be allowed to go to this party on Halloween night. I could understand his feelings – I was young once – but I was growing more depressed by the minute. No matter what I suggested I couldn’t persuade my son Ryan to “volunteer” to stay home and have our usual party here.
“What if I went all out and had a huge Freaky Haunted House Party?” I asked one morning. “I mean the whole works, you know like a chamber of horrors and zombies and things – we could even get that new PlayStation and set up some video games in the TV room.”
“Really . . . You can get the PlayStation? They aren’t even out yet.”
“I have connections,” I said smugly, having no idea where I’d even manage to get one of the hottest items in the gaming world but I wasn’t going to let a little detail like that stop me. “What do you say are you in?”
“Mom, get real, the popular kids are all going to be at Teddy’s place. They aren’t going to all suddenly just drop everything and come over here on Halloween.”
“By popular kids you mean girls.”
“Well yeah, and besides Teddy is having bee . . .”
“Beer?” I quickly interrupted.
“Um . . . no I was um . . . going to say Beautiful special effects.”
“Yeah right, like I don’t spend enough on effects for our parties. I wasn’t born yesterday son, I know you meant beer.” My son was quickly losing what little interest he might have had in the PlayStation bribe and I knew I was appearing too prudish. “You can’t have beer son, but I’ll agree to let you make your own version of homemade Witches Brew, how’s that?”
“You mean I can spike . . .”
“I NEVER SAID that. Whatever you make it out of is okay with me as long as I don’t find out about anything illegal.”
“Oh man . . . wait’ll I tell Teddy,” He said as he whipped out his smartphone and ran out of the room.”
I’m not sure how it happened, exactly, but it wasn’t long before everything was settled and the party was moved to my place. I didn’t have a lot of time but I managed to rent a dozen items from a local theatrical supply company including an old-fashioned medieval rack, several stocks, a half dozen mannequins with costumes to use in my little shop of horrors. I even scrounged up a large cauldron in which I planned on putting water and dry ice to make an eerie fog. I also purchased a small fortune in party supplies and hired a local mom to cater the event making Halloween foods like bloodshot eyeballs, and cakes that looked like frogs and the like. Realizing that I needed help with my husband out of town, I asked my neighbor, Harold to help out supervising the hordes of teenagers that were sure to be in a festive mood. Having a man in his thirties around the house might discourage some inappropriate behavior, I thought.
Our home has a nice but unfinished basement which I planned on using as my Little Shop of Horrors. With my son’s help I spent several days before Halloween setting up the various devices and the blue and green overhead lighting. I made up the mannequins in various poses within each device using make-up to complete the tortured look. I even removed the head from one of them and placed it on a table as if it had been severed. Like I said before, I REALLY get into Halloween.
The day of the party I was as giddy as I could be. What fun this was going to be! I was especially happy that I was actually doing this with my son and he was taking an interest in something that his mom liked to do. I felt closer to him than I had been in the last couple of years than any mom could be with a teenager. Usually he’s only interested in doing things like golfing and camping with his father. I wasn’t sure how many more things like this there would be where mother and son could bond so I was determined to make this party special. Little did I know how special that would be!
He kept asking about the PlayStation console and I stalled him as much as I could as I was having a heck of a time making good on my promise of getting one. I did purchase several new games that he didn’t have just in case.
On Halloween night the house was decorated and the caterer delivered and set up her wares. I changed into my homemade black robe that was going to serve as my witch’s costume and was ready to greet our guests. Harold came over right on time and looked AWESOME in his zombie costume.
My son seemed especially nervous as the first of many guests arrived. It was Becky, a girl in his class that I could tell he was sweet on and she seemed to be equally smitten with my son – the little hussy! Okay, she seemed like a really nice girl but as a mother I just knew my son was WAY too young to get seriously involved with girls – of course I’d feel that way even if he was 25. It’s a mom thing.
I took Becky down to show her my little shop of horrors and she was truly impressed. She kept commenting on how my creation was the bomb – I think that was a good thing but I wasn’t quite sure. I told her my plan was to let Zombie Harold direct a few partygoers down at a time to go through the maze of my homemade torture chamber while listening to the creepy music and wandering about under the eerie lights.
“This is AWESOME, Mrs. P. I can’t wait until everyone gets to see this."
That's me, Ashley Patterson, by the way. Everyone just calls me Mrs. P.
"But . . .” Becky said hesitantly.
“But?”
‘”I love all the mannequins and everything but you know what would REALLY make this special?”
“I have no idea, what?”
“You should get into one of these torture thingies and act like a mannequin, you know all frozen and stuff, and then when people come down and are not suspecting anything you could suddenly scream bloody murder and scare the bee-jeepers out of them! That would be SWEET!”
“Well . . . I don’t know. There are a lot of people coming over and I can’t leave poor Harold to do all the work. There’s only the two of us you know. It’s not fair to him if I’m stuck down here having fun while he has to attend to everything upstairs.”
“Don’t worry about that. I can help. I’ll do whatever he wants me to do and I’m SURE I can persuade Ryan to go along too. In fact I know I can,” she said with a seductive wink letting me know that she was aware of the power she had over my son. Still it sounded like a lot of fun. The party side of me wanted to do it but the rational mom part advised against it.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea . . .”
“Oh PLEASE, Mrs. P. I want this to be special for your son. He was worried to death all week that this party would be a dud and you doing something like this will show everyone what a cool mom you are and I KNOW Ryan will be so happy. It will make him really popular with the kids at school.”
With an argument like that I just HAD to say yes. How could I refuse to make my son part of the “popular” kids? “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“YOU ROCK, Mrs. P.” She said almost squealing with delight. “So which do you want to use, the rack or one of these stocks?”
I had to think a moment. I knew I’d most likely be stuck in whatever I chose for some time. With the stocks I’d have to stand but the rack would allow me to lay down the entire time. “Let’s do the rack.” I replied and began moving the mannequin from the table.
Becky helped me into position and secured my arms and legs into the ropes that were located on the four corners of the rack’s bedlike table, which was actually fairly narrow – about four feet wide . Suddenly a feeling of immense vulnerability swept over me and a chill shot up my spine as I imagined what it must have really been like to be tortured in this hideous thing. “This is really creepy,” I said nervously.
“You look FANTASTIC, Mrs. P except . . .”
“Except what?”
“That costume doesn’t look right – all black in this dark room. You need something with pizazz, something sexy yet scary.”
I was beginning to get a bad feeling about all of this.
By: Hooked6
Copyright October 2013 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
Ashley’s Halloween Fright Night (ENF, Public Exposure,)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 1
Halloween parties are a staple around my house and have been for years. Ever since my two teenage sons were just little boys, I have always tried to make every holiday something special. Halloween was no exception, from decorating the house and playing scary sound effects to designing and then later on eventually purchasing truly outlandish costumes for the boys to go Trick or Treating in, I spared no expense to create lasting memories. I had absolutely no idea, however, what memories I would be creating this year when I decided to turn our home into a haunted house of horrors.
It all started when my oldest son Ryan, who is now 16, suggested that he wanted to go to party at a friend’s house instead of hanging around home with his little brother – that would be Eric who is 14. To say I was crushed would be an understatement. It would be the first time our family wouldn’t be together at my favorite time of year. He said something about all the popular girls being at this party and the fact that he was invited was a major social achievement in his eyes. To make matters worse my husband informed me that same day that he was going to have to travel out of town on business that entire week so he too would be missing in action!
Despite my pleadings and not so subtle bribes my son was still insistent that he be allowed to go to this party on Halloween night. I could understand his feelings – I was young once – but I was growing more depressed by the minute. No matter what I suggested I couldn’t persuade my son Ryan to “volunteer” to stay home and have our usual party here.
“What if I went all out and had a huge Freaky Haunted House Party?” I asked one morning. “I mean the whole works, you know like a chamber of horrors and zombies and things – we could even get that new PlayStation and set up some video games in the TV room.”
“Really . . . You can get the PlayStation? They aren’t even out yet.”
“I have connections,” I said smugly, having no idea where I’d even manage to get one of the hottest items in the gaming world but I wasn’t going to let a little detail like that stop me. “What do you say are you in?”
“Mom, get real, the popular kids are all going to be at Teddy’s place. They aren’t going to all suddenly just drop everything and come over here on Halloween.”
“By popular kids you mean girls.”
“Well yeah, and besides Teddy is having bee . . .”
“Beer?” I quickly interrupted.
“Um . . . no I was um . . . going to say Beautiful special effects.”
“Yeah right, like I don’t spend enough on effects for our parties. I wasn’t born yesterday son, I know you meant beer.” My son was quickly losing what little interest he might have had in the PlayStation bribe and I knew I was appearing too prudish. “You can’t have beer son, but I’ll agree to let you make your own version of homemade Witches Brew, how’s that?”
“You mean I can spike . . .”
“I NEVER SAID that. Whatever you make it out of is okay with me as long as I don’t find out about anything illegal.”
“Oh man . . . wait’ll I tell Teddy,” He said as he whipped out his smartphone and ran out of the room.”
I’m not sure how it happened, exactly, but it wasn’t long before everything was settled and the party was moved to my place. I didn’t have a lot of time but I managed to rent a dozen items from a local theatrical supply company including an old-fashioned medieval rack, several stocks, a half dozen mannequins with costumes to use in my little shop of horrors. I even scrounged up a large cauldron in which I planned on putting water and dry ice to make an eerie fog. I also purchased a small fortune in party supplies and hired a local mom to cater the event making Halloween foods like bloodshot eyeballs, and cakes that looked like frogs and the like. Realizing that I needed help with my husband out of town, I asked my neighbor, Harold to help out supervising the hordes of teenagers that were sure to be in a festive mood. Having a man in his thirties around the house might discourage some inappropriate behavior, I thought.
Our home has a nice but unfinished basement which I planned on using as my Little Shop of Horrors. With my son’s help I spent several days before Halloween setting up the various devices and the blue and green overhead lighting. I made up the mannequins in various poses within each device using make-up to complete the tortured look. I even removed the head from one of them and placed it on a table as if it had been severed. Like I said before, I REALLY get into Halloween.
The day of the party I was as giddy as I could be. What fun this was going to be! I was especially happy that I was actually doing this with my son and he was taking an interest in something that his mom liked to do. I felt closer to him than I had been in the last couple of years than any mom could be with a teenager. Usually he’s only interested in doing things like golfing and camping with his father. I wasn’t sure how many more things like this there would be where mother and son could bond so I was determined to make this party special. Little did I know how special that would be!
He kept asking about the PlayStation console and I stalled him as much as I could as I was having a heck of a time making good on my promise of getting one. I did purchase several new games that he didn’t have just in case.
On Halloween night the house was decorated and the caterer delivered and set up her wares. I changed into my homemade black robe that was going to serve as my witch’s costume and was ready to greet our guests. Harold came over right on time and looked AWESOME in his zombie costume.
My son seemed especially nervous as the first of many guests arrived. It was Becky, a girl in his class that I could tell he was sweet on and she seemed to be equally smitten with my son – the little hussy! Okay, she seemed like a really nice girl but as a mother I just knew my son was WAY too young to get seriously involved with girls – of course I’d feel that way even if he was 25. It’s a mom thing.
I took Becky down to show her my little shop of horrors and she was truly impressed. She kept commenting on how my creation was the bomb – I think that was a good thing but I wasn’t quite sure. I told her my plan was to let Zombie Harold direct a few partygoers down at a time to go through the maze of my homemade torture chamber while listening to the creepy music and wandering about under the eerie lights.
“This is AWESOME, Mrs. P. I can’t wait until everyone gets to see this."
That's me, Ashley Patterson, by the way. Everyone just calls me Mrs. P.
"But . . .” Becky said hesitantly.
“But?”
‘”I love all the mannequins and everything but you know what would REALLY make this special?”
“I have no idea, what?”
“You should get into one of these torture thingies and act like a mannequin, you know all frozen and stuff, and then when people come down and are not suspecting anything you could suddenly scream bloody murder and scare the bee-jeepers out of them! That would be SWEET!”
“Well . . . I don’t know. There are a lot of people coming over and I can’t leave poor Harold to do all the work. There’s only the two of us you know. It’s not fair to him if I’m stuck down here having fun while he has to attend to everything upstairs.”
“Don’t worry about that. I can help. I’ll do whatever he wants me to do and I’m SURE I can persuade Ryan to go along too. In fact I know I can,” she said with a seductive wink letting me know that she was aware of the power she had over my son. Still it sounded like a lot of fun. The party side of me wanted to do it but the rational mom part advised against it.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea . . .”
“Oh PLEASE, Mrs. P. I want this to be special for your son. He was worried to death all week that this party would be a dud and you doing something like this will show everyone what a cool mom you are and I KNOW Ryan will be so happy. It will make him really popular with the kids at school.”
With an argument like that I just HAD to say yes. How could I refuse to make my son part of the “popular” kids? “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“YOU ROCK, Mrs. P.” She said almost squealing with delight. “So which do you want to use, the rack or one of these stocks?”
I had to think a moment. I knew I’d most likely be stuck in whatever I chose for some time. With the stocks I’d have to stand but the rack would allow me to lay down the entire time. “Let’s do the rack.” I replied and began moving the mannequin from the table.
Becky helped me into position and secured my arms and legs into the ropes that were located on the four corners of the rack’s bedlike table, which was actually fairly narrow – about four feet wide . Suddenly a feeling of immense vulnerability swept over me and a chill shot up my spine as I imagined what it must have really been like to be tortured in this hideous thing. “This is really creepy,” I said nervously.
“You look FANTASTIC, Mrs. P except . . .”
“Except what?”
“That costume doesn’t look right – all black in this dark room. You need something with pizazz, something sexy yet scary.”
I was beginning to get a bad feeling about all of this.