Hello there, -ers! I said I might write a sequel with our good friend Kyara, and I did! And a new friend might be joining her!
For those of you who didn't read "To Be Continued," I would suggest you read that first. This is a sequel to that.
I do not own RHPS, not a bit. But I do own Kyara Majors and Kelly Munroe-Hapschatt.
The screen door slammed behind us as we walked into the brisk October night. Kids scurried around from door to door hoping to get their favorite sweet treats masquerading as princesses, superheroes, and other things they aren't while parents follow and let them take and inevitably eat candy from strangers. Yes, I'm talking that night on October 31st where the ghosts and ghouls come back from the dead and you can take people's candy without getting arrested.
Halloween. The time when little boys can dress like little girls and little girls can dress like sluts. Tonight, my friend Kelly Munroe-Hapschatt and I were going trick-or-treating with my older brother, Dustin. Well, Dustin had to watch us but we were still going trick-or-treating.
Why? Because we want free candy, that's why.
"Okay, guys, I got a Halloween party at my girlfriend's place tonight. I'm not missing it." Dustin explained in his store-bought ninja costume. "Don't tell Mom, Dad, Ralph or Betty that I ditched you guys or I'll make your lives a living hell for the rest of your natural existence. Got it?"
"Sure, whatever, Majors." Kelly rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "You're not getting any of our candy though."
"I'm sure he'll be getting plenty of candy tonight at his girlfriend's place," I laughed, smirking.
"Oh shut up, dumbbell. Now I'll see you around. Bye!" With that, Dustin ran off leaving us in the middle of the street.
"Oh dear, whatever shall we do now, unsupervised?" Kelly sighed, overdramatically and sarcastically. It's good she was being sarcastic; it was hard to take her seriously in that costume she was wearing.
Kelly decided she would go as one of those slutty French maids. She got her costume at Hot Topic so it was a little low up top and a little high down below with one of those little white headpieces pinned in her hair. She also added fishnets and suspenders to the ensemble and black go-go boots. Kelly looked like a slut, and considering that was the look she was going for, she did a pretty good job. I was shocked it got by her parents, they were like the K-9 unit for inappropriate behavior.
Unfortunately, though, Kelly had somehow talked me into doing the same. I don't know why I went along with it. Dumb peer pressure.
I went as a nurse. I had a short, tight blue dress with both sleeves off the shoulder. I wore white, almost sheer stockings, a white nurse hat with a blue cross on it, and blue heels. I recently found out I was very skilled at walking in heels this past August. All in all, I felt extremely self-conscious about what I was wearing, and the fact that the October Denton air was unnaturally cold didn't help.
Suddenly Kelly looked at me, a grin playing across her lips. "You know what we should do? We should trick or treat at that haunted house down Carson Avenue."
"There's a haunted house on Carson Ave?"
"Well maybe it's not on Carson, but I know where it is."
That's strange, I thought, as Kelly led me down the road. I didn't know out town even had a haunted house. It all seemed pretty clichéd, but I didn't mind. I thought it was pretty cool.
We trick or treated down the road, but still heading for our main destination. Finally, the houses stopped. It just became a bare road with a bunch of trees lining it, so thick I couldn't see through it. Something compelled me to take out my phone, with its cracked screen it received from me falling on it. No service. I got an odd sense of déjà vu as I continued down the road with Kelly.
Gradually, a light came into view. It got bigger as we approached, and soon I found myself at the front of a gate. Suddenly I felt sick as Kelly pressed her face to the gate
"This is it," She stepped back and grinned. "This is the house. I dare you to go knock on the door."
"Kelly, I don't like this idea, can we just go get some candy and go home?" I sputtered, backing away. The castle was huge. The castle had a light on. And worst of all, the castle was familiar.
"Aw, you're just a chicken. Need me to go with you?"
"No, Kelly, I don't want to, let's just go home and watch scary movies!"
"No, Kyara, you big chicken, I'll do it myself!" She laughed, pulling open the rusty gates and clopping down the path in her heels. I scurried after, nervous of the coming events.
"So you decided to come?" Kelly smiled. "I'm glad, now we can see if a witch lives here!"
"Look, Kelly, I don't think anyone lives here, can we leave now?"
"No, the lights are on." Kelly and I climbed up the two steps and knocked on the door.
"Well, no one's home looks like we have to go!" I said quickly, starting away. Kelly caught me by the collar of my small, plastic-y dress.
"Wait, you didn't give it enough of a chance!" Her voice was shaky too, I had a feeling she was scared. But I knew she wasn't scared in the same way I was.
We stood there for what seemed like forever until the door opened. At the door were two people I hadn't expected to see tonight.
One was rather tall. He was balding on the top of his head but his long, tangled, blonde hair was grown out past his shoulders. He wore a black suit jacket and the same colored pants with a half open white shirt. Next to him, the one holding the door open was a shorter woman with frizzy auburn hair. She wore a maid style dress with black heels that put Kelly's outfit to shame. I knew them.
"What do you want?" the woman drawled in her thick foreign accent.
"Uh… Trick or treat?" I heard Kelly squeak.
The man raised his eyebrows. "Magenta, darling, does the young woman in the nurse outfit look familiar to you?" He had a weird British accent, sort of a monotone.
The woman's eyes turned from Kelly to me and her eyebrows rose in recognition. Before she could say anything to answer the man, I spoke up.
"Hi, Magenta," I started with a scratchy throat. "Did you miss me?"