50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 27

Halloween is officially my least favorite holiday on earth. Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to let a bunch of hooligans loose around our neighborhoods, leaving trash and wrappers all over the ground and pounding relentlessly at our doorbells until the early morning hours.

I've unofficially declared myself to be the scrooge of Halloween. I kept most of my house lights off and my shades were tightly drawn to deter any pests, but still, they rang and rang- snooping around for free food and leaving an unsightly mess on my porch when they didn't find any.

I had my headphones practically glued over my ears with loud music blasting through them, to drown the obnoxious laughter and screams coming from the street. When finally, an hour had passed with no unwelcome visitors, I peeled off the headphones and made my way downstairs for a late snack.

Just as I had finished fixing up a plate, my doorbell rang and completely interrupted the momentary peace I had been enjoying.

"Damnit!" I said out loud, slamming my cabinet closed and going to the door. I had a right mind to tell off whatever bugger was outside. Muttering to myself, I swung the door open and found two young women standing there in what I assumed was supposed to be "costumes." They were in matching punk fairy looking get-ups, dressed in tight hot-pink dresses with ripped tights, pink extensions in their hair, and heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick.

They certainly looked too old to be trick-or-treating, which made me even more annoyed.

I finally opened my porch door and crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"Trick-or-treat," the blonde one said unenthusiastically, blowing a bubble of gum and staring at me with a bored expression.

"Aren't you girls a bit old to be looking for candy?" I asked.

The brunette was a bit peppier and actually smiled at me. "We're 18. Didn't you trick-or-treat when you were 18?"