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Halloween - Friday Night

I sit in the back of the car, my heart racing as the city lights flicker by in a blur. The long, red dress I’m wearing hugs my body, the slit up the side revealing just enough to make me feel both bold and a little exposed. Underneath, a black lace set clings to my skin, a secret layer that only adds to the mix of excitement and nerves swirling inside me.

My fingers grip the small black clutch in my lap, but it feels almost too light. I packed only the essentials: my ID, credit card, phone, and lipstick. I didn’t know what to bring—don’t even know how long I’ll be gone. And now, sitting here in the backseat, I can’t help but wonder if I’m prepared for whatever’s waiting for me tonight.

The thought creeps in—what if this party isn’t really a party at all? What if Blade, with all his dark promises and mysterious allure, has something else in mind? A shiver runs down my spine at the idea, a mix of fear and excitement that I can’t quite shake. Part of me is thrilled by the possibility, the danger, the unknown, but another part of me wonders if I’m walking straight into a trap, if this night is about to take a turn I’m not ready for.

I try to push the doubts away, but they linger, settling deep in my chest as the car turns onto a quieter street. The noise of the city fades, replaced by the hum of the engine and the soft rustle of my dress as I shift in my seat. The excitement I felt earlier is still there, but now it’s mixed with a creeping uncertainty. I asked for this, didn’t I? So why does it feel like I’m walking into something I can’t quite control?

I glance out the window, the darkness outside pressing in on all sides, and I feel the weight of the night ahead. I don’t have the mask yet, but I know I’ll be getting one soon. Will it hide me, or will it only add to the mystery, making it harder to tell what’s real and what’s just part of the game? The thought is both intoxicating and unnerving.

As the car pulls up to the large, imposing warehouse, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. The structure looms ahead, its dark silhouette cutting against the night sky, and even from outside, I can hear the heavy thrum of music vibrating through the walls. It’s a sound that’s both enticing and unnerving, a promise of what’s waiting inside.

I step out of the car, the cool night air brushing against my skin, and my eyes are drawn to the massive iron doors at the entrance. They seem almost too large, too intimidating for a simple party. My pulse quickens as I approach, every step echoing louder in my ears than the last.

The doors swing open just as I reach them, and I’m greeted by an attractive blonde woman, her hair slicked back in a way that highlights the sharp angles of her face. She’s dressed in a sleek black dress that hugs her figure, a matching black mask concealing most of her features but leaving her red lips visible as she smiles .

“Red?” she asks, her voice smooth and practiced, as if she’s been expecting me all night.

“Yes,” I reply, my voice sounding steadier than I feel.

She smiles wider and hands me an intricate silver mask, its delicate design glinting in the dim light. I reach out to take it, feeling the cool metal in my hand, as she gently takes my clutch from me. There’s a moment of hesitation as I release my grip on the bag, watching as she sets it aside, out of sight.

“Enjoy the party. Blade has been so looking forward to meeting you,” she says, her tone carrying a hint of something more, something that makes my stomach twist with both excitement and nerves.

I nod and step through the second set of doors, the music hitting me like a wave. It’s louder now, pulsing and reverberating through my body, almost overwhelming. The air is thick with the smell of smoke, alcohol, and something else—something darker, more primal. The scent of bodies moving together, of desire and abandonment.

My eyes adjust to the dim, strobe-lit room, and I see them—people dancing, writhing against each other, lost in the music and the anonymity of their masks. The energy is electric, charged with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. But as I take it all in, I feel something else, too—eyes on me. Watching. Waiting.

I can’t see where it’s coming from, but I can feel it, a presence that sends a shiver down my spine. I scan the room, but it’s impossible to tell who’s behind each mask, who’s watching me with such intensity. The thrill, the danger, sends my heart racing, and I know that whatever happens next, I’m not in control anymore.

I slip the silver mask over my face, feeling its coolness settle against my skin, and take a deep breath. I’m here now, and there’s no turning back. The night is just beginning, and I’m ready to see where it takes me.