Full Moon Halloween Night (1)

Full Moon Halloween Night: Trick or Treat

A gently flurry of wind and sudden chill wafted through the thick and creamy coated snow layer in the azure blue New York sky. Lights electrified the brittle evening pocked with people singing enthusiastically and jested loudly on the dark and rainy road. Fire and flame zipped in the air. The road and streets bustled with colorful faces bleeding tomato juice and pumpkin shaped Halloween carved with cube-shaped candlelight waltzed below Brooklyn Bridge and jutting out to Times Square. The night looked like a jamboree with a horde of colorful faces bleeding tomato juices and pumpkins shaped Halloween waltzing below Brooklyn Bridge.

The city glittered with the 360-degree view, the colorful flash of lights, right from the branded stores to the Empire State Building and cheap Broadway selling 10 dollars ticket for the special night. The live rock performance on the road bustled with activity, Brooklyn Museum sprang to life and Statue of Liberty serenaded by the giant sculptures in ghostly shapes.

The Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze bore an unusually beautifully sight serenaded by 7,000 pumpkins glowing with myriad colors celebrating the unwavering spirit of Halloween. Giant sculptures and lanterns were spread over 2,000 pounds of multiple pumpkins to scare the shit out of revelers and people let themselves loose in vampire outfits, wearing the ghostly shade of black, blue and tomato juice flowing on the lip and under the chin. The goblins leaped into the dark shadow and kids doing the souling act unfolding their tiny hands in front of strangers and drunk revelers, knocking on doors for donations.

The ferocious wind swirled the white curtain fluttering and weaving into short knots, unwrapping past the window and gently flowing inside the room in the night. A strange silence engulfed the house and traveled like light inside the spacious room adorned with crystal and blue emerald lamp hanging on the wooden roof in a multitude of colors.

The huge palanquin bed was occupied by two human bodies snuggled together and squatting on the mattress munching on pizza, Tandoori chicken and flat Indian bread (roti) spread with the crumbs scattered on the blue bed cover. The two pair of eyes furtively glanced across the room and heads bobbed towards the lamp that flashed right into the corner of squinted eyes. A spurt of lightning struck and the vibration shook the entire house. The spacious bed stumbled on its own as if gravitated by an unknown force.

Glasses and the bottle of red wine tinkled together to make an eerie sound pulled by the might of the invisible. The occupants in the room sat unfazed by the noise ushering past the wide window blew open and squeak of owls, shrieking of dogs and goblins dancing furiously behind the curtains.

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A svelte female shadow was enveloped tightly in a long black skirt, jerked off the bed, half body swinging on the floor like a pendulum to pick up the wine bottle. She gently held the white glass in the palm of her hand and slowly poured the liquid swirled like waterfall. “Hold the glass straight. I am filling it to the brink. A special wine concocted by your soul to spurn the bedazzled night with a grain of wickedness. Watch this lethal liquid hitting you on the head,” the sensual voice whirred.
He cupped the glass to his lip. She pushed herself behind the male’s bare back and he almost flung off the bed. A pair of hands clutched tightly to the upper part of his naked torso, scratching the red fingernail on his flesh. A tiny speck of blood seeped. She took a dip as if it’s French fry dipping in tomato ketchup and drenched in the red wine. She pushed her body in a swift movement, held on her boobs to the chest, legs clutched to stomach, a sip of wine lashing her tongue and smothered it on every inch of his ear, biting ferociously with her teeth like a famished witch.

Bending her knee on the mattress, she walked on the tip of the toe and the long black skirt cut perfectly from the waist to the knee showed her flawlessly sculpted brown leg flailing seductively.

She pressed his stomach, planning her moves expertly and the next flicked her long leg like a football kick caressing his face and ear. Twisting her body and curves, the female boob was cupped and towards his chest. The male hand gently slid past her blouse to run up and down inside. She grew stiff. There was a naughty gaze inside her black eyes peering at his face and the strong hand tracing the line of her body with speed.

She pulled off her black gown and thrust it on his face. “I am a bad ass! Let’s run around in the dark for I ain’t an elf on the shelf,” she whispered. He turned blank. “Baby, say something in secret. Reveal yourself. We are not playing doggie and I am no cat mewing for milk.” Her voice suddenly grew like a shriek.” He untied the lace from her bra and ran his hand, pressing her back, slipping down her bottom, navel, and bosom.

A black shadow looped like lightning behind the curtain, bent, twisted in folded movements. Heads, knees, and bodies grew like elastic bands coalescing into hundreds and thousands like termites. The invisible forces grew in a multitude of colors, from black to red and blue.

“Play with me,” she exhorted him. They were running passionately into each other, legs and bodies clutched and suddenly turned into a circular form, enveloped like a mothball that possessed and imprisoned them. The spell was cast and the dice thrown.

Tearing each other’s clothes, they voraciously tasted and explored the naked flesh, hands, and legs spinning out to reach unexplored positions that broke all limits. Jason felt a liquid seeping down his navel and flowing past his underwear, and tilted the head towards her. She was pouring the glass of wine on his body. She winked at him, “Tonight, the raging blood, red wine and liquid bear no stain or human odor. Stop pretending to be a virgin.” Halloween shaped chocolates were unwrapped and smeared on his body as if it was a lotion to keep him fresh. “Jet set and prepare yourself, baby. It’s the night.”

He lay on the couch. She dropped everything. He fixed her naked body and lashed his tongue out. She thrust her body on him and laughed maniacally, “I tell you a secret: I am a witch lusting for your blood. I suck humans like you. You are the vampire man. I am the woman lusting for blood, blood, and blood. Your water is blood. It’s my hunger lust…blood thirst female I am. I may be a nymph for you. We are all vampires in human shape. You forgot to put chocolates and candies outside for them. They will knock…will knock…will knock…we will be cursed…cursed…cursed…heavenly curse. I am not Menka, you naughty white man,” she roared in a screeching laugh. He freaked out.

“Let’s play Jason,”

“Scared of this brown woman? I have an enticing idea, let’s play witch and vampire. We will turn into ajnabee meaning strangers on this night. Repeat after me: I am no man or woman. I have no human flesh. My soul is cracking. The body is distancing itself. We have no age or sex. I am a vulture, she is a vulture. We are possessed by the demonic forces.”

She grabbed a tennis ball rolling on the floor, spun it and removed the skin to flick it right on Jason’s face. He grabbed the ball. “What? It’s not your ball dude. At least, I know your size…it does matter.”

“You are an expert at ball,” he retorted.

“Let play this game,” she insisted. “Today in Halloween. I ain’t sitting in shit boredom and fuck my night like that. Add some spice to our sex life.” They huddled together. She held the candy bowl filled with candies and Halloween shaped chocolates.
Menka turned to him and grabbed his fist, almost ripping his skin. Jason yelped in pain. “We are playing Halloween. I am the witch. You are the vampire. We have no human identity. Let’s play the game…wicked, ruthless, spitting fire. I will kill you. It’s the night…the full moon.”

He smirked. Jason repeated, “I am the vampire trapped in the human body. I am your shadow.”
The door banged furiously and a loud thud continued uninterruptedly. She barely had time to wrap a towel around her waist and scampered towards the door.

A harrowing voice lumped at him, ‘Trick or Treat.” He didn’t have the time to bob his head up when a burning force grabbed his fist and the next, the body flung towards the wall. His head banged several times against the cement concrete. The body twisted and spun in the air in a somersault movement. He almost fainted on the floor growling in pain, unable to take the hit of the sudden invisible force piling on him from all sides, kicking his stomach, head, and chest. The chest exploded in pain like a moth of fire ball raging inside, head twirled and a jabbing sensation on his head pressed tightly. He almost choked and was on the verge of passing out.

Love

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