Posted by Clemstra on October 27, 2004 at 23:37:59:
Along with the other two I posted for Halloween - Ad Symbol Nightmare and Dreams of Being His Dinner - is this one.
Copyright 2003 - Clemstra
Gathered on Halloween - by Clemstra
Lydia was walking alone through the pumpkin fields on Halloween
night. It had just become 2 AM October 31, two hours into
Halloween. She shivered as a cold gust of wind blew into her
jacket and down her blouse. "My tits are freezing" she
exclaimed. There were no more pumpkins. They had all been
harvested for Halloween and were now either Jack o Lantern's,
pumpkin bread or other pumpkin dishes. The field was
empty save the now dying stalks and leaves of the pumpkin
vines. A wind blew through the patch stirring the dying
vines, causing the leaves to whisper and crackle.
She reflected upon something she had read about 2 AM being
when the soul is at it's weakest ebb. For Lydia perhaps
this wasn't the case. She worked nights and slept days.
Perhaps 2 PM was her soul's lowest ebb. She always
walked this way, and as she would be working on Halloween
night, this was as close as she would get to a celebration.
"Happy Halloween Lydia" she said to herself, moving her
long black hair to one side of her face. A stab of pain
went through her. The pains were getting worse and worse.
Her family wanted her to go to a hospital. Why bother,
there was nothing the doctors could do. She was terminal,
the cancer had already spread. She preferred to live
what life she had rather then fade away in a hospital.
It was getting cold, her breasts were covered with goose
bumps. She pulled the jacket tighter in an attempt to
stay warm. She swore the winds seemed to whisper
something sinister in the night.
A cloud covered the moon and plunged the field into a
deeper darkness. It was like a shadow over the field.
She thought she heard something. A murmuring, a whisper?
"Just the wind" she said to comfort herself. Halloween,
the time that the Celts believed the walls between dimensions
grew thin, opening gateways. The time when the souls
of the dead might walk once more upon the earth. A time
when dark things might stir. When the lord of the underworld
might walk among mortals.
Was that a sound of something stirring? She paused to listen.
Was someone out here in the field with her? She was afraid, but
for some reason felt herself grow wet with longing. Nothing!
She continued to walk, giggling to herself that it was her
imagination. A breeze stirred, whirling around her,
blowing her hair into her face. It seemed to whirl in front
of her and then stopped.
A man stood where the wind had died. He stood tall and thin,
graceful in a frightening predatory way. His skin was pale,
his eyes like ice water. His lips were thin and pink as if
a pink worm had crawled upon his face and died. His nails
seemed to give off light, shining like glass. "Greetings
on this night of gathering Lydia."
"Night of Gathering?" She stood frightened, not knowing if
she should run or fight this supernatural entity.
"I've come to gather you Lydia." He smiled, and with a fluid
movement was upon her. She felt his touch as he laid his
hands upon her. His hands brushed upon the skin of her face
then lightly settled upon her shoulders. The pain she had
felt faded. She found herself relaxing, no longer afraid.
She felt warm and happy.
She smiled at the man. "Thank you."
"I've got an offer for you Lydia. Why die slowly, in pain?
I can give you a night of pleasure and joy, and a sweet death."
"You will be mourned either way. This way you disappear never
to be seen again. Otherwise those who care, shall watch you grow
weaker, see your pain, and it will be hard for them and you."
He looked down upon her, staring into her eyes. "Give yourself
a break Lydia. This offer is only for tonight. Here and now."
She remembered all the things she had given up for others. She
had been in love once, but the man had gone off to desert storm
and never returned. She had given up a chance to go to college
to care for her ailing mother. Then her father had needed help
in the business and none of her brothers had volunteered. All
her opportunities missed, the love of her life dead. Now she
was dying. This strange unearthly man was giving her a chance
to have some joy, some pleasure, something for herself, if only
her own choice of deaths.
"Yes" she told him.
Like a spider examining a prized catch in it's web, he stroked
her with his long thin fingers. Stroking the skin of her face.
Massaging her shoulders, removing her clothing. Her breasts
bounced free of the restraining bra like ripe melons. Her
nipples standing out, but not from the cold. She felt warm
and filled with desire. He moved his fingers lightly down
the cradle of her back, down to her smooth hips, resting
on her buttocks. He massaged and felt her two butt checks
causing her to moan in expectation of what was to come.
He lifted her and carried her to a bed of soft fall colored
leaves. He touched, probed, stroked, fondled and licked every
inch of her. Her passion rose and she wanted him in her, to
feel him inside her, flesh to flesh. At last she felt him
come slowly into her. His penis stiff, he moved in a strange
clock wise movement as he came in and out of her. Caught off
guard she could only squirm in ecstasy, moaning and responding
to his strange thrusts.
Afterwards she lay gasping, sweat dripping from her pores. He
stood and came up beside her face. Sitting down beside her
he held her hand. "Now I will help you leave this place for
a much better one. A place where it is always warm and beautiful.
A place where you will know only joy and be with all you love.
But to go there you leave your flesh behind."
He put her hand to his mouth. She felt him sucking on her little
finger, then she felt his teeth chewing the flesh from her fingers.
Incredibly, there was no pain and she was fascinated. He was eating
her alive and she found it comforting. She lay back and relaxed as
he continued to feast upon her. His teeth hungrily chewed the flesh
from her arms till only bones remained. Then he started on her feet,
her legs and plump tender thighs. She was amused to think that
the cancer that had been eating her alive would itself now be eaten
by him.
She found herself in orgasmic bliss as he consumed her buttocks, first
one then the other check. He teased her with his tongue, rolling
it over her clit, moving in and out of her vaginal hole before
beginning to consume her vaginal lips. He sucked on her clitoris
before consuming it, sending her into astounding heights of pleasure.
As he consumed the flesh of her stomach and started on her organs,
she mentally wished the cancer goodbye. Goodbye to the pain and
sorrow, goodbye to the crushed dreams and failures of her life.
He sucked on her nipples before nibbling on them and then devouring
her breasts. When it was over she found herself looking down on
her own cleanly picked skeleton.
"It's time to go to that better place now Lydia." She found herself
putting a ghostly hand in his and walking into a place of miraculous
wonder.
The next day on Halloween the town experienced a real scare. Children
on their way to school found what was left of Lydia's body. For years
after, tales of horror would be told. The pumpkin patch would be
avoided for many a year by the locals. What horror she had experienced
they said in tales, being eaten alive by some monster. No one would
have believed the even stranger truth. That Lydia had been gathered
that night by one seeking those such as she. That she had welcomed
a chance, one last chance to have something wonderful for herself.