4. Main Event

Four

Main Event

I stand here savoring the scent of his burnt flesh, the smoke still curling up from his seared skin. The air is thick with the rich, metallic aroma of blood, cascading down his chest and transforming his grotesque yet strangely beautiful crimson clown costume. The sight is both horrifying and captivating in its own dark way.

"Shit," I huff out, reminding myself of why I am here in the first place. The girl. I approach her sleeping body and try to salvage the costume that she is wearing to cover her up enough that when she wakes up, she will just assume that she got shit-faced during the party and not almost raped by the now-dead corpse sitting just feet away from us.

This girl looks to be about 100 pounds, soaking wet. I hoisted her up and slung her over my shoulder, placing my jacket over her to keep her warm. Exiting the barn, I could hear the faint sound of music and see the lights were still on. I can't see a goddamn thing out here. The moon now hid behind the massive rain clouds that were moving fast, warning me that there was about to be a heavy downpour. "Fuckin' perfect." I grit out through my teeth. I need to get a move on.

I go trailing back through the high grass area where the prick brought her through in the first place. Walking through this makes me feel like I am doing a training exercise, my rucksack on my back, the cold air biting at my flesh, and the company of the dimmed moonlight. The house is now just a couple of paces ahead, and I can see where a group of girls are about to head out and call it a night. I approached them. "Hey! Do you ladies know her by any chance?" I asked them—one of the blondes dressed up as a sexy Penny Wise looked at me and leaned over to see if she knew her.

Penny Wise is probably confused, seeing a chick in all black and a Ghostface mask carrying her from the field. She hesitates. "Yes, we go to school together. Is she alright?" she says. She is now. Luckily, I got here when I did. She was stumbling around the field and passed out before I got to her. Could you ladies take her home? I don't think she should be here alone, " I tell the group of chicks.

"Yeah, of course, she can stay at my house tonight; my parents won't mind. And in the morning, we can get her home," the blonde said. "Sweet, thank you!" I put the girl in her car and placed the seat belt over her limp body to secure her, and before I went to check out what was left of the party, I make sure I saw them leave the property. Thank the Lord, no more questions were asked.

The party was still alive, and everyone wore basic Halloween costumes. I saw a handful of Michael Meyers and a fair share of blank face masks you could wear anything with, and it would go together. Most of the girls are in costumes that I would not be caught dead in. Slutty nurses, cops, bunnies, and scarecrows seemed to be popular here tonight. Everyone downstairs is bumping and grinding on one another, but nothing is unusual. Just horny people every fuckin' where.

This party is supposed to be twenty-one and older only, and it seems like a handful of these people barely turned eighteen recently. I am no fucking cop, but where are the responsible people here? I can't say much about it since I was probably doing things ten times worse at that age. I remember being young and dumb. But I chose to take my ass to the military, praying to whoever that I would come out a better person. Hahaha. What a fuckin' mistake.

A spiraled staircase is in the middle of the house near the entrance. I make my way over to it, and that's when I see a group of dudes dressed up as Halloween King himself, Ghostface. I can't be mad, but I would be disappointed if I had to end their lives tonight for making a fool out of my favorite serial killer's costume. Let's hope it doesn't have to be that way.

I give them a head nod and let them know I approve of their choice. I can hear moaning from the top of the stairs, and I hope to the dark red man below ruling the underworld that I don't have to make too much of a mess tonight. I could use a cold one and a hot ass shower so I can rinse the singed skin smell out of my nose's hair follicles and boil off of my skin. I know that I have got to smell these people, or maybe they are too drunk even to realize I smell like a burnt corpse. Let's hope that is the case, at least.

It is almost three in the morning, and a shit ton of people are starting to make Uber calls to leave. Smart. I like that. Fewer people for me to worry about.

As I make my way up the stairs, the only light I have is a strobe sitting on the floor; people are lined up against the wall, smooching stashes. I kick into my acting mode and start wobbling, saying, "Bathroom.. I need to use the bathroom," like I am drunk to get closer to the room where the moaning is coming from. People are hovering around the doorway. I need to see what the hell is going on. Oh, they are all eye fucking a couple of dudes having sex with a girl. Turning away was hard because she took them both like a pro; she wore a partial nun outfit, and both guys dressed as unholy fathers. I did not want anyone raising their brows and asking questions, so I kept moving. She seemed into it. Good for her and boring for me.

I burst into an empty, small room; it must have been a little storage area. You could store a chair and maybe a box or two in here, just for comparison. But this closet had a little book stand with no books, only dust.

Tonight has been fun and eventful. Maybe I should just turn in and call it a night. Halloween is tomorrow, and I need to be rested and energetic. I fully intend on having some fun, maybe even getting me some candy to give to a local children's orphanage taken from fucks who piss me off or do some stupid shit. Make it my good deed for the week.

Stepping out of the closet, I saw that the room I had passed moments ago was empty. Damn, that was quick. Walking down the stairs, I imagine how dangerous this staircase could be for anyone drunk. Scanning the downstairs rooms, a handful of people were still dancing, but nowhere near as many people as when I first showed up.

I can't help but wonder who will find the foolish soul dead in the barn. I wish I could see the look on their face when they do. Maybe I could add a branding tool to my fun bag of toys. That shit was beautiful. And sinister, I could add my own personal little signature design, maybe the letter G or something along those lines.

Tonight wasn't nearly as eventful as I'd thought it would be, but I enjoyed myself. I'm sure when that girl getting double penetrated by two men with a crowd watching them wakes up and is sober, she won't be able to go anywhere without being recognized by every person with a cock in town and every chick slut shaming her. If I wanted to, I could have waited to catch each guy alone and kill them for sharing and using her in front of everyone at the party. But she consented. She was going from one cock to the other, enjoying herself. Maybe it was the main event of the night. Who the fuck knows what people are into these days. But me? I'ma do my own thing. And being publicly humiliated is not for me…