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Chapter 3
Halloween day started early, against my will. I had a lot to do and given the amount of sleep I had been getting due to haunting dreams and those cold eyes I was almost tempted to call off the whole thing, but as soon as I looked out the window and saw the children on their way to school wearing their costumes, that Halloween spark was once again restored. I got up and after my morning ritual I took out the food ingredients I would need to prepare the food for the party. Gothic mansion was my theme and I was going to do it up, red and black. I had purchased red and black drapes and replaced all my boring regular ones, along with black faux spider web which I had put in every corner and covering the ceiling. No plastic table cloths for me atop the dinning room table I placed a long blood red table cloth topped with another black lacy table cloth. There were six place settings for show, on the bottom was a plate all black, atop of which was a blood red saucer with intricate black veining, and atop that was a blood red bowl. Next to the plates were gothic style pewter goblets, and blood red cloth napkins with black skull napkin rings in place. Spanish style silver ware sat on the opposite side of the place settings from the goblet. In the center of the table was a silver 5 tier candelabra with intricate design of sculls and vines holding four black long candles and in the center was a blood red candle. I had taken every last chair and draped them in lacy black chair covers.
As the sun went down and all the decorations were in place including the tomb stones on the lawn, the dungeon door hanging and the spider web forming a shawl on the front porch. The food was all cooked, and beverages alcoholic and non were prepared, I was pretty darn proud of myself. And also tired. But when I glimpsed down at my watch I realized that there would be no time for rest, I had to convert myself from plane ol' Kasey Moore to the Gothic Queen of my Gothic Castle. But before I was able to escape to the warmth of my shower my door bell rang and there before me were about three little kids and two parents awaiting goods, after giving them candy I quickly went to shower.
I was amazed at the finished product of my costume, the black gothic lolita style dress had a tight bodice that had an outlining v which came down to the top of my mid-thigh length ruffly skirts. The back was a long cape like cloth that hung down to about my ankles. There were hints of white and red in the riffles and on the lining of the v, which came up into a high rounded collar. The sleeves were short and only slightly puffed, and on my hands I wore fingerless fishnet gloves with a rhinestone trim that came up only half way up my fore arms and black knee high, leather, high heeled boots on my feet. I added light make up to my already pale skin to give it that porcelain doll affect, adding light pink blush for affect. Around my eyes I had thick cat like black eye liner, along with smoky eye shadow. On my right eye I had that looked like tears in black streaking down ending in little dots and a black lipstick on my lips. I'd swept my dark brown hair into a messy bun up do allowing some strands to fall, then topped it all off with a black crown with blood red rubies.
I was the queen, and as I admired myself in the mirror I felt those eyes were on me once more. The sinking feeling came back as I slowly walked to look out my bed room window which looked out to the side of the house next door, I wanted to see him, and I knew he was there. I pulled the curtain over more and as I was leaning closer to the window, the door bell rang scaring the shit out of me. "Fuck." I sigh feeling stupid again for allowing myself to be over run by my paranoia. I make my way down the stairs, I open the door to see two kids standing before me.
"Trick or treat" they say in unison. A little boy dressed as Justin Bieber and a little girl dressed as Hannah Montana. I smile at them and hand them a generous amount of treats.
After handing out candy to a few Disney princesses, some transformers and a few more random costumed children I made my way over to to the radio to start the music just as the first guest arrived. I was determined to have a good time and for once I didn't feel those eyes on me. I turned on the monster mash and greeted the guest. It was about ten by the time the last few guest arrived, after greeting them I sent them into the living room showing them where the food and drinks were.
After an hour of mingling and getting to know my guest door bell rang, excusing myself I walk over to the door and opened it expecting to either more guests of children trick or treating, but I guessed it was a trick because the door way was empty. I walked out onto the porch shutting the door behind me to block the cold from going into my house. As I stood there searching for my ding-dong-ditcher I feel a cold that has nothing to do with the weather creep up on me those ever watchful eyes on me again, caressing me from head to toe. My breathing became labored and I began to hyperventilate feeling as if I were being strangled by an invisible force.
It was exactly how the sheriff found me about three minutes later. He had been diligent about checking up on my as he said he would, and I had developed a friendly banter with him, becoming familiar with the man the town respected as a hero but whispered about. Often speaking about his sanity after the maiming and then eventual death of his daughter, Annie Brackett. It was disgusting that people whispered about this man and the death of his daughter, did people have no values. Overall he was painted as a town hero, though he never thought so himself, and I felt immense respect for him. I'd never ask him about his daughter, it was something I knew he knew I must already know since it was a wide spread fact. Also if not for the people of Haddonfield I would've learned all about it online, but I didn't want to stir up the memories.
"Good evening Sheriff." I said shaking away the feeling of cold fingers, and putting on an air of lightness. I smiled brightly having almost forgotten his promise to come and check on the party every so often. He stepped out of the car and was quickly followed by a deputy who was obviously a rookie, and when the rookies eyes fell on me he began to straighten his posture to attempting to look cool and composed, Making it quite evident he was trying to impress me.
"Good evening Ms. Moore" Sheriff said suspiciously eying his deputy and keeping his tone casual.
"Sheriff I told you to call me Kasey." I said with a warm smile trying not to laugh at the puzzled look he was giving his deputy.
"...And I'm Deputy Tanner, Deputy Steve Tanner." he said with a cute wide smile extending his hand. He was cute but kinda adolescent in his behavior, even though I did believe him to be a few years older than me. I smiled and accepted his hand shake, enjoying the warmth I felt in his soft yet firm hand shake.
Deputy Steve Tanner was in a word, handsome, with black hair that was mussy, his face was sweet and handsome with a light sprinkling of hair on his chin, his kind brown eyes shone in the light and his wide smile brought his whole face into handsome perfection. He was slightly muscled and, he was about seven inches taller standing at about 5feet 10 inches.
I was smiling and conversation when I felt those eyes on me again but this time they burned, I could feel the intensity with certainty. "Is everything okay." Steve asked noting my change in demeanor.
"I.. I'm, fine just a little cold." I lied not wanting to alarm anyone with my paranoia, the Autumn breeze blew its cold breath almost as if helping me lie.
"Yeah well we've taken enough of your time, go back to your party we have more rounds to make, But I will be back."the Sheriff said in mock warning. I smiled and said my goodbyes noting the deputy's reluctance to leave. I gave him a smile, earning myself a heart stopping smile in return. I watched them leave then I opened the front door and walked into the loud music and talking of the party goers.
I smiled as I saw the faces of my guests, they were all having a great time. All except for one woman, Margaret Henderson, who was looking around worried. My heart stopped and I made my way over to her. "Whats wrong Maggie?" I asked, concerned, truly concerned given those unrelenting eyes I was feeling all night.
"Its Paul, Hes missing. He went to go find you to see if you had any more chips, and that was over twenty minutes ago." she said looking around.
"I,m sure hes around here some where Just give me a second and I'll see if I can find him." I said trying to reassure her. I told her to wait, and walked through the throng of bodies trying not to bump into anyone in the near darkness of the party rooms, once in the kitchen which was lit by fake candles all around, I noticed the basement door slightly ajar, my sign which clearly stated "Do Not Enter" Being completely Ignored. I opened the door and made my way down stairs, I flicked on the light And screamed...
Ooooh cliff hanger... what do you think she saw? Please review... I am not asking for Ideas and though it almost sounds like I am, I'm not... I got this... ; P 3
