just want to be home. I want to be somewhere where none of this has happened. I want to wake up from this bad bad bad dream.
But even as she thought that, she felt her eyelids get heavier, her head fill up with something and she thought she could feel herself slide ever so slowly and gently out of her seat as the pill wrapped its narcotic fingers around her consciousness.
Nie didn’t know how long it was before she came to.
The van was still moving, she could hear the wheels thumping on the road. She was on her stomach. Thing Two was beside her. She could smell his meaty breath. His hands were between her legs. He had slid her thong aside. His fingers played with her sex, his thumb massaging her anus.
“Man, this bitch’s dry as a bone,” he said.
“I told you, after we see Mr. Martin, we’ll take that money down to Cincy and get us a couple whores.”
“Yeah, but she’s young and fresh. Her pussy’s real tight.”
Nie fought off the nausea and opened her eyes to slits.
The gun sat abandoned on the console between the two front seats.
The rest happened very fast.
Nie sprang.
She wrapped her hand around the gun, slipped her finger around the trigger, held the gun toward Thing One and pulled the trigger.
There was an explosion.
A spray of red.
The screech of tires.
Then she was flying.
Hitting the pavement and skidding across.
Maybe the pills were still in her body because she didn’t feel any of it.
Knew she had to get away.
Thing Two was probably still alive and... and he was the one that wanted to... to... do stuff to her.
She brought herself to her feet. Jesus, she felt wet all over. Was that blood? Her ears rang and she was having trouble hearing anything else. She walked but her body didn’t want to. She didn’t hurt. She was numb. Numb all over.
The street was lined with houses but most of them were darkened, glowing Jack-o-lanterns sitting on porches for one final night of rot.
In front of her there was a brightly lighted house. Slowly, slowly, the house came toward her.
A woman who looked like Elvira opened the door.
“Goodness, honey, what’s wrong with you?”
“Need to call police,” Nie stammered. Christ, she wasn’t going to be able to stand up much longer.
Then there was a man standing beside the woman. His hair glittered gold and he wore a pair of gold horns and, they must have been contact lenses because Nie could have sworn his eyes were orange.
“What’s wrong?” the man asked the woman but Nie could barely hear him because it sounded like... screams were coming from the house.
“This girl...”
Such awful screams.
“She says...”
It’s Halloween. It’s Halloween, remember. Those are Halloween sounds you’re hearing.
“That we should call the police...”
No. This isn’t right. Those screams are real. There’s too many of them. Too loud.
“Mr. Martin. What are we going to do, Mr. Martin?”
Nie stared at the man with the flaming orange eyes as he laughed. She wanted to run around and run back to the road but the road was too far away and her body couldn’t run backward anyway so she fell forward, caught herself and tried to run in that direction.
There must be a phone.
Has to be a phone.
And those screams, high and ripe and she really knew that was where she was going because it was Halloween and she wanted to be surrounded by screams, surrounded by people.
She was through the house and out the back door, the night air, the sky spinning around her and beneath the sky, surrounding her, the screaming orchard.
She stopped, turned in circles, staring at the people trees around her, the mouths contorted as they screamed at the moon, some of them waist high, some of them towering against the sky, grown to gigantic proportions.
And beside her she felt the hot breath, heard the faint crackle of eyes burning somewhere under all the screaming.
A feverish hand stroked her cheek and, after a giddy bout of laughter, she heard the voice say, “Skin