A Bewitching Seduction
~K. Lyn~
Copyright 2011-10-05: K. Lyn
Romancing Erotica Books
ISBN: 978-1-6184-5031-9
All Rights Reserved
http://www.beautobeau.com
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Included in: A Bewitching Seduction
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. A Bewitching Seduction
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Introduction:
The Halloween festival is the highlight of the year in Cicely’s hometown. Unconventional and erotic thrill rides, a spooktacular theme complete with matching costumes, as well as eating and drinking until dawn are but a few of the highlights. As the night continues, the decadence of the festivities replaces the fear in the minds of those who know no other way to celebrate the Eve of All Hallows. When the light of day replaces the darkness of the night, the small town will face what it must every year. Before the night is over, one must die.
A Bewitching Seduction:
The Halloween festival was held every year, but after a year in Paris Cicely was not at all excited to return to her hometown. She had promised her parents before she had left that she would not miss their favorite night of the year, but that was before she had experienced the excitement of Paris. She sighed as she stepped onto the train at the airport in Chicago. The familiar landscape looked the same as she watched it pass by from the window seat on her way to her parents’ home in the suburbs. She laughed out loud when she first noticed the sign that had been transformed for only one night. Tonight Cicely’s hometown was known only as Witchie Witch, no doubt her parents’ and their friends’ feeble attempt at a twist on their favorite childhood comic book, Richie Rich. She stepped off the train and decided to walk instead of calling her mother. “She is probably somewhere getting the perfect makeup and outfit for tonight anyway,” she mumbled.
The quiet suburban town was abuzz with activity as the sun began to set. Cicely wondered if this year would be anything like last year. She had arrived home last year just as she had this year, but last year was all about spiders. Everyone had been required to dress like a black spider and it was rumored that if anyone had been careless enough to have forgotten to do so, he or she would never see the light of the next day. Cicely had not believed it for a minute, until she was on the plane to Paris the following day. A young widower, Mr. Sheridan, had been found dead in his basement, though no one had claimed to know anything. The only clue had been the fake black spider found at the top of the stairs. It was exactly like the one worn the previous night by those who believed in the festival’s rituals. Cicely was certain that it had all been coincidental. The man had probably been looking for items for his costume when he collapsed from a sudden heart attack. At any rate, since no killer had been found, it was presumed that he or she was still at large.
Cicely’s first stop this year was her mother’s favorite salon where she knew she would find her. “Aaahhh, Cicely, you made it!” The older version of her daughter jumped out of the chair with foils covered with black dye in her hair.
Cicely hugged her mother and sighed. “Yes, Mom, I made it.”
“Girls, this is my daughter,” the middle-aged woman drunkenly shouted across the salon. “Come, have a drink with us.”
“I think I’ll pass. Just tell me what tonight’s attire is so that I can get this over with.”
Cicely’s mother laughed, but quickly took her daughter aside. “My dear, this is no laughing matter. Any one of us could be the one who does not make it to see the morning’s light. Remember what happened to Mr. Sheridan.” Cicely rolled her eyes at her mother. Why did the woman believe in the century old wives’ tale? “I had your costume specially made for you. It’s in your bedroom, or I guess that would be your ex-bedroom now. And I know how you hate to dye your hair, so please wear the wig. And don’t forget, Cicely. Everyone must wear this somewhere on their person.”