Halloween Mischief

Me and Baby decide to go out for the remainder of Halloween. By the time our party ended it was 5:45 and pretty dark out. We both decided to spend the night hanging out and just messing with people in general. First thing we did, was but a shitload of toilet paper, and toss the stuff all over daddy's gas station. His exclamation of words told us we had gotten to him. He HATED toilet paper. Ever since Stucky clogged daddy's toilet with the stuff he hated anything associated with it. Next thing we did was head off to the local grave yard. Now out of all the things I had seen and done in my 14 years of life, I was batshit scared of dead people rising from the grave. I kept thinking that one of them was going to grab my ankle and turn me into one of the undead. Hmmm….now there's a thought…I had just thought up a prank to scare the shit out of Baby.

As we explored the grave yard my fear quickly disappeared. Baby's eyes were darting back and forth nervously. She was nervous and worked up but wasn't about to say anything to me. Whilst she was staring at a grave trying to decipher whom was buried there I quickly ran off to the side and applied some of the gore makeup I had stolen form the convienece store. This was going to be good. I knew how to self apply the stuff (thanks to Otis) and checked the pocket mirror I carried with me. Damn I looked good. If I didn't know better, id think I was an actual undead. I smiled as I applied more fake blood to my throat and mouth. Now came the nasty part. Biting into a real brain. Now before you get all worked up and into that cannibalism shit, it was a sheep brain. Don't worry, it was fresh.

Otis had snuck it to me in a special freezy bag Dr. Satan used to keep parts fresh and cool until use. This lasted for up to 4 hours or so. I groaned and sat down waiting for baby. I could hear here calling for me the fear and worry creeping into her voice as the fog rolled around our feet. This was going to be good. I waited until I heard her come and I let out a soft moaning growl and shuffled towards her the sheep brain close to my lips. I dropped the brain and shambled slowly towards her at an unnatural gait. Baby froze and then began to back away slowly. I had to be careful not to get too close. If she had a weapon on her, a gun or a knife there was a chance I would be shot or stabbed. Baby almost ALWAYS carried something on her for protection, or to get someone to follow her to her house.

Baby pov

I watched and backed away from my sister. There was no way she was….but she was covered in blood. I had lost her a while back at the beginning of the graveyard and now here she was. I called out to her softly hoping that she would recognize me. She groaned and came towards me slowly. Her eyes glazed over and seemingly looking at me but seeing nothing. I backed away, wishing I had brought something with me. But then again, could I kill me own sister? How the hell was we supposed to take care of her? I guess we could keep her in a shed and feed her, but what if she bit someone. Otis would suggest to kill her. I could see him saying that. Not because he hated her, but too keep the rest of us safe and to put her out of her misery.

I tried again to call her name to no avail. By now I was beginning to panic. She was right on me now. I tried to pull back but fell over pulling my sister on top of me. She looked at me with those dead eyes of hers. I began to shriek at the top of my lungs to not kill me. I began reciting stuff I heard in Bible School when I went as a kid. Then the zombie sister lowered her head, her jaws open. I shrieked again and closed my eyes. It spoke. "Happy Halloween Wonder Snatch." Sydney began to laugh. I open my eyes and found that my "killer" was laughing her ass off at me. I felt humiliated and a bit foolish. I blushed and pushed my sister off of me. "fuck you Sydney. I wasn't scared." I argue back. "Sure. Sure you weren't. you looked like you was gonna piss your pants." She added. "Fuck you!" I growl back irritated. I had to admit though. It was a good prank. But I sure as hell wasn't going to admit that to her. I realize I am still laying on the ground and my sister is covered in gore and who knows what else. I get to my feet still cursing at my sister for her cleverness and my stupidity. After a while of fooling around we decide to head home. All the trick or treaters had gone home for the night and it was getting pretty damned cold out. We made out way back home. I glanced at Sydney and grinned. "Mama's gonna have a fit when she sees what you done." I say haughtily, eagerly waiting to hear the ass chewing my sister was going to receive.

We made it home and went inside. It was 9:00 pm. Mama came out to see what we were up to and indeed had a fit that Sydney was covered in gore. She wasn't chewing her ass out like I had hoped, but she wasn't about to let Sydney do anthing else until she washed that shit out. Sydney went to take a warm shower as instructed and by the time she came out, Mama had a cup of hot cocoa for her and me. We sat down drinking our drink and making a bet of that fucking bitch Denise would make it out of the tunnels. I thought she would, after all, she outwitted our dumbass brother. And if she did make it out, hell, we'd let her go. For the simple fact was that she'd be the first to make it out alive. Sure people had tried. Many of them died of illness, starvation, or thirst before making it out. No one but family knew how to get around in those tunnels. We were so good at it, we could navigate in complete darkness.

Sydney thought we'd find her bones somewhere one day. Picked clean by the rats and who knew what else lived down there. Either that or in pieces, as a failed experiment, or in a puddle of her own puke from eating what she thought was food in order to survive. We placed bets. Would she survive?

Meanwhile back in the doctor's office

Denise stared terrified at the thing that shambled towards her. It indeed was a horrific sight. Its legs were half metal infused with flesh. Half the thing's face was exposed revealing white bone. Its chest was infused with metal and bits of other materials. It walked towards her growling. Its eyes locked on hers. It was more animal than man now. Denise knew who it was. She tried to talk to it. "J-Jerry?" she asked timidly nearly in tears. Her thought was of her own friend ripping her to pieces. The only thought in his animalistic brain to kill and destroy.

Upon hearing her voice the thing stopped and looked at her curiously. "Den-neese…" it spoke. "Have to leeeeve this playyyse. Runnn. Den-neeese." Jerry thing spoke. His voice a low growl due to his vocal cords being reconstructed. At first he wanted to kill. But when she spoke, all the memories of his friends came flooding back. He could not bring himself to kill his own friend. Jerry thing turned and looked around nervously. The doctor was stalking towards them angrily. His experiment failed in its assignment to kill the bitch. Well no matter, he'd kill them both.

"Runnnn Den-neeese!" Jerry growled. Denise tugged on Jerry thing's arm. "Come with me. Im not leaving you here alone!" she hissed. Jerry thing looked at her sadly. "It too laaayte De-neeeese. Jerry die anyway. Jerry die for friend." He lunged at the doctor and the two engaged in a bloody battle.

Coming soon: will denise get away? What about Jerry Thing?