The Halloween Party

I almost didn’t go out that night.

Ryan and Marcus wouldn’t shut up about this huge Halloween party all week, and by Friday I gave in. We threw together the lamest group costume ever — the Three Musketeers — cheap Amazon tunics, hats that barely stayed on, and fake swords that slapped against our thighs every step.

Brody, my roommate, stayed behind. No surprise there. He was always buried in some paper or project, hunched over his laptop with headphones on. Quiet, shy kid. I don’t think I’d ever seen him at a party. Honestly, he probably would’ve died of embarrassment if he’d seen what I was about to walk into.

Because the party was insane.

Heat slammed into me the second we pushed through the door. Music shook the floor, bass rattling the walls. Strobe lights shredded the room into fragments — half-naked angels, vampires with plastic fangs, witches spilling beer on the carpet. The air stank of sweat, perfume, weed, and cheap booze.

Ryan was already pulling a girl in a devil outfit toward the kitchen, Marcus vanished somewhere behind a pack of cheerleaders. I grabbed a cup from the keg, chugged half just to steady myself, and scanned the chaos.

That’s when I noticed it.

Not a girl in lingerie. Not some guy puking in the corner.

A mask.

Silver, sharp, too elegant for a house party like this. It gleamed whenever the light hit it, the hollow eyes cutting straight through the crowd. The person wearing it leaned against the far wall, still, almost too still, like they didn’t belong in the noise at all.

It wasn’t attraction, not at first. More like… curiosity. Something about it didn’t let me look away. The mask was smooth, expressionless, but it felt like it was smirking just at me.

The costume underneath was dark, fitted but covered — long sleeves, gloves, boots. Nothing gave away who was behind it. No hint if it was a guy or a girl. That made it worse. My brain kept circling back to it, trying to fill in the blanks.

I downed the rest of my cup, laughed too loud at nothing, tried to get into it. A girl in cat ears dragged me to the dance floor, and I let her grind against me. Her perfume was heavy, her hands sticky from her drink. My body moved with hers out of habit, my grin automatic.

But my eyes? They went back to the mask.

Closer now. Moving through the crowd.

I felt a prickle at the base of my neck before I saw him right in front of me. Up close, the mystery snapped into focus — the shoulders, the height, the way he filled the space. Definitely a guy.

My mouth went dry.
“Who… who are you?”

The mask tilted down at me, silver flashing in the strobe. No words. Just a step closer.

And then he moved.

Slow. Intentional. His chest brushed mine first, then he turned around, pressing his back to me. His hips rolled, grinding into me with the beat. I froze, heat shooting through my veins.

I didn’t mean to do it — but I followed. My body rocked with his, my cock swelling fast against the fabric of my pants. Panic jolted through me. Fuck, no, play it off.

I broke away, let the girl in cat ears slide back into me like nothing had happened. She squealed, pressed her ass against me, and I grabbed her hips, trying to hide the hard-on that didn’t belong to her.

But the mask was still there.

Watching. Waiting.

When she spun away, he was right behind her again. Silent. Closer.

And when he slipped into the shadows at the edge of the room, I didn’t even think.

I followed.

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Another Halloween special series, but this time nothing supernatural.