Posted Tue Oct 31, 2017 | 346 Words | Tagged story halloween motorbike

Halloween. The time to cause mischief and get away with it in costume with barely any consequences.

That was certainly the case for you and your mates when they decided to spend the evening wondering around the deserted building. It was quiet which you liked. Halloween was full of kids in silly costumes anyway.

You trailed off from his friends to have an explore through the building. Going down a floor, you heard a bang from a cupboard. You freeze up, nobody else was supposed to be here.

Footsteps.

One large footstep.

And another.

Out it stumbled. In green motorbike leathers, with a white silver stripe through some of it, and large green boots. On top a green helmet, and a darkened visor not showing who, or what would be behind it.

It stumbled forwards, slowly. Almost in a dazed state.

Something in you feels off about what’s going on. But you’re frozen by fear. What is this thing? Why is it getting close to you.

It gets closer to you.

Then it stops. The next second, it races towards you with uncontrollable speed.

You feel something spike down on your neck. You fall to the floor on top of whatever mess was left on the floor. You close your eyes out of pain, and when you open them again the thing has left you alone. Watching, almost observing you.

You look down at yourself to see the damage and looking at your hands you see a green glow from your veins. That wasn’t a good sign.

You feel your had and something feels off, your knuckles having a hard cap over them. A glove growing out from them.

You feel your posture being pulled up-right as the back-piece of the motorbike leathers inflates behind you. It feels wrong, but pleasurable as you feel “it” taking over.

You feel a helmet start to form over your head. Encapsulating you. Even cracking a smile as it takes over.

Your mind draining.

Getting up slowly. You stumble forward.

More. You need more.

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Images thanks to Kawa Rubby