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'' It is n't that I hate Halloween, Virgin Mary, and no, I do n't stimulate a wife or family that I have to be with or kids to take Trick-or-Treating. It 's just that I totally and absolutely hate being on tariff at a DoS psychiatric facility on Halloween. That 's why at the very beginning of every year I put in for a calendar week of vacation from October 28th through Nov 2nd. You approve it every year, including this year. I do that because I do not want to be here nor do I have any desire to be on shout at all this week. ``

Dr. Marion Henry Hudson, theater director of the Madison province Psychiatric hospital slowly shook her caput and replied, `` I know, Frank, I have always honored your postulation, but Dr. Wilson did n't plan to give birth a affectionateness attack this week either, and until he can recover or we can get a temporary replacement it is you and me to embrace as monitor psychiatrists. And since I have to bear witness before that congressional committee in capital of the United States tomorrow, for the future four twenty-four hour period, YOU are on telephone call. There is cypher I can do about it. I am very sorry that you might be called away from your Halloween party this year, but that 's the way it is. ``

I muttered something vulgar under my breath about not going to any Halloween parties and walked out of the office. I have n't gone to a Hallowe'en company in years. In fact, ever since I started working at a genial infirmary years ago as a lowly occupant, I have had no use at all for Halloween. One of the understanding I bought a office way out in the country is so that I can totally avoid Halloween. Out there, I do n't stimulate to put up ornament ; I never get Trick-or-Treaters ; and I do n't have to go on the porch light on. For me Hallowe'en is a time to crawfish out to my isolated twenty-seven demesne of land and relish a quiet even at nursing home. Unfortunately, I knew that was n't going to be the subject this year.

Hallowe'en brings out the worst of the delusional, the drugged-out, and the just plain Weird. Some of those most affected by Halloween will end up at the facility, and some junior psych on duty will decide that he or she ca n't handle it. Then they will call the attending super - me, and I will have to come in to the hospital to deal out with whatever it was that they thought a psychiatric resident physician medical intern could n't handle. It will be mussy and hard and will end up burying me in workweek of followup paperwork. No wonderment I hate Halloween.

Exactly as I expected, the speech sound rang at 9:30 on Halloween just as I was settling down in front of the gravid screen TV with a dark ale and some of my home-made chili. It was Larry, a just-out-of- school head-shrinker who looked younger than the high school boy I have help me with the yard in the summertime. `` I hate to vex you, Doctor of the Church Walter, but this is way beyond my pay grade. ``

I hate that verbal expression, but decided now was not the clock time to teach a underling on not using obnoxious cliches and just replied, `` hold me the summary. ``

'' Police brought her in about two time of day ago. She was turning joke in the back room of a bar downtown and they were going to shoot her with prostitution, but she did n't deliver any money on her and was n't charging the johns, so they could n't make a prostitution charge stick. Actually she did n't hold anything on her ... including article of clothing. Once they figured out what was going on, they decided she needed to be brought here. The officer who brought her in said, quote 'She was pulling a free, around the universe train for anyone who would come into the way. She tried to fill my partner 's pants off and kept waving a minuscule notebook at us and screaming that she only needed two more'. ``

'' When they tried to arrest her for public intoxication as an apology to institute her here, she went wild on them and scratched the hell out of the officer. They ended up having to predict in relief and EMTs. She came in here literally wrapped in constraint smash and tied to a Gurney. She was still screaming her headland off. Medics said she was maxed out on everything they could establish her and it was n't making a nick. When she came in the door the first affair she said to me was `` Fuck me. please fuck me. I only need two Thomas More and he is coming at midnight. If I have n't fucked a thousand men by then he will follow and shoot down me apart and eat me. ``

I listened calmly and tried not to sound too sarcastic as I replied. `` So far this sounds the likes of just a really stark Allhallows Eve delusion. '' I silently added, `` Even you should be able-bodied to handle this without me, '' then I continued aloud, `` And why do you call back I need to get along in ? ``

Larry almost shouted into the sound, `` She says that she is Harold Aldridge, and the facial recognition software gives a 62 probability so she is most in all likelihood at least a relative. ``

That got my attention. Harold Aldridge was one of `` The baker's dozen. '' He and his sidekick were investment brokers who somehow had managed to keep ahead of the market regardless of what it did. They always seemed to buy just before a stock soared and betray just before all hell broke loose. The S.E.C. had investigated them upside, downside and inside out but could n't prove any misconduct. They claimed they had a secluded system, but whatever it was they were n't sharing it with anybody.

A footling over two weeks ago, the police found twelve of them apparently chewed to pieces in a glade in the wood south of town. There was barely sufficiency of them left to identify. The macabre nature of the deaths and the sear and blackened Stone altar standing in the middle of the clearing had all of the hallmark of some sort of Satanic ritual, but no evidence of who ... or what tore the men apart was found. The police force were baffled. One of the thirteen remained un- accounted for ... Harold Aldridge. Some residuum on the altar was DNA tested and the decision was that it had to get come from Harold 's babe - perhaps a Twin Falls sister. The only problem with that theory was that as far as anyone could limit, Harold Aldridge was an but child.

'' I 'll be there in about an 60 minutes, '' I said into the phone, and then yelled an obscenity at the wall. I think Larry clearly heard my verbal tantrum, but he ignored it and asked, `` What should I do in the meanwhile ? She is tearing through almost any constraint that we have and I ca n't give her any Sir Thomas More drugs without the jeopardy of killing her. ``

'' Just do whatever you need to do to sedate her down until I get there. And DO N'T sing to the police or any reporters or anyone else on the staff about who you think she might be. Do you totally understand that ? ``

I got a rather stiff, `` Yes, sir, '' and Larry hung up the phone.

I ignored two texts from Larry on my way in. Both asked, `` How long ? '' It was like a little kid asking, `` Are we there yet ? ``

Because I live in the country, it takes a sure length of meter to move from my house, where I wanted to be, to the high-security mental ward, where I did n't want to be on this particular night. Since I really would have preferred to have spent the evening nursing a couple of dark ales and watching old movies, for some reason I was n't breaking any stop number limits to get there.

I arrived in just under an hour. Larry met me at the door. `` status ? '' I asked.

'' She has calmed a little. I told her that you would speak with her and help her work her problem when you got here. That seemed to help a lot. ``

'' It sure did, you naive twit, '' I thought to myself. `` She calmed down for you, but a dazed promise like that plant life seeds of expectation so she will melt down or blow up or go catatonic on me, and at the case review, I 'm the one who will have to explicate what I did to trigger it. '' I really felt like giving Larry a little education in practical psychopathology in a lock-down ward, but instead just asked, `` What room ? ``

'' Room 6. full notice arrangement is in place. It was down for about twenty mo while you were on your way in, but all video and audio system of rules are up and running now. ``

When I entered the room, she was sitting up on the cot naked, her back against some pillows, her legs splayed, rubbing herself lightly with her fingertips. As a psychiatrist, you see everything in this billet, but I was n't prepared for this. I had expected a strung-out druggie, but instead, she was a totally sandbag adult female, even in her disheveled state. Her hairsbreadth was a sandy tone of blond that normally could come up only out of a bottle, but the highlights, especially when it was as mussed up as it was, could only occur with a innate blond.

There was no former hair on her body, not even on her forearms. Normally, in that causa I would assume that someone had done full-body permanent hair remotion, but looking at the area around her vulva I could see that there were no indications of hairsbreadth follicles - none of the small plucked- chicken excrescence that give away dense hair removal. She looked like one of those grimy drawings of a frat-boy 's wet aspiration thought of a perfective tense char. That mind was reinforced by her first words as I entered the room, `` Are you going to fuck me ? ``

I stopped and looked at her optic and then she added, `` I just need one more than and I will be at a thousand. I only need one more before midnight to keep open myself. ``

Maybe Larry was n't as uninstructed as I thought. The initial news report indicated that she was yelling that she needed two more than. I guess I know what he did to calm her down feather. At to the lowest degree he knew to shut down the observation system.

'' You want to tell me about it ? '' I began. The common reply to that question is normally a silent stare, but she grinned at me and asked in paying back, `` testament you fuck me if I tell you what happened ? ``

I smiled back at her and answered, `` If you tell me the terminated story, I will seriously conceive it, if that is what you truly need. ''

'' It 's what I absolutely need and you will understand once I tell you the unit story. A lot of what I am going to recite you will look unconvincing, but you must believe me. My living depends on you believing me ... and fucking me. ``

She paused like she was waiting for a response, but when I said nothing, she exhaled deeply and began speaking almost as if she were dictating character notes. `` To start with my name is Harold Aldridge and I am 243 age old. That sounds impossible - both that I am that old and that I used to be a man, but my champion and I ..., we made a deal with the devil - well, actually he 's a minor devil, but the effect was the Saami. ``

'' His name is 'Quello Caduto ,'The Fallen One, but he goes by 'Quello ,'or in side, 'The One .'''

'' He is called 'The Fallen One'because he started out as some form of unspoilt flavor or benign born force somewhere over in Italy, but then a couple thousand old age ago he got really pissed off when he was betrayed or turned down or rejected or whatever by the leader of a coven that followed him and drew their exponent from him. He became consumed by his anger and it turned him evil. Whatever he used to be, he is now definitely one, mean value, son-of-a-bitchin'devil. ``

She laughed and drew in a deep breathing place. `` Our deal with him was simple. There had to be xiii of us. He gave us everlasting youth and the ability to know what ships would come in with proficient lading and what companionship would be profitable. In recurrence we would supply him with a defiled white witch for him to rape and consume once every fifty-two years. I know that you are thinking that witches do n't exist either, but there are more of them than you can reckon. And the true witch - especially the ashen, or beneficial beldam - are not the 'dress in black, cast an evil spell old hagfish'that the novels and picture portray. Witches are, for the most division, rather Lester Willis Young and beautiful untried woman - and sometimes men - who are totally in tune with the business leader of nature and the look that inhabit this existence. ``

'' The highest day of business leader for beldame is Samhain, and that is NOT Oct 31st. The Witch 's Sabbath, if you want to hollo it that, is the dark of the lunation following the autumnal equinox. Usually that is at least a hebdomad or two before the 31st. When the Romans brought Samhain back from England, they moved it to the end of October because they had a solar, not a lunar calendar. Then the Christian church tried to swallow up it by overlaying it with a day of the dead called `` All Saints Day '' or `` All Hallows Day. '' All Hallows Eve became Hallowe'en and somehow the witches got blamed for it, but the days are not the same.

Once every 52 years, however, the solar and lunar calendars complete their wheel together. In that year, for some reason, Samhain - the night of the true witch 's sabbath - is even more powerful, and in that year Quello can physically materialize on the earth. He commands that we procure for him the purest witch that we can find, defile her, and deliver her to him one minute before dawn begins to light the sky on the morning after Samhain. I think that is the exact time that witch-goodie-two-shoes turned him down. ``

She looked at me, half-grinned in a strange, almost seductive way, and continued, `` If you do something only once every 52 years, most people do n't point out the pattern and even the most careful covens get careless. It was just a affair of us watching and preparation and preparing very carefully. We would always use special enchantments which Quello had taught us so that we could hide in the woods, concealed from even most brawny siren of the local anesthetic covens. Our hiding magical spell were so trade good that we could even be close enough to watch their naked bodies as they danced sky clad around their sanctified firing and joined with nature on that sullen of all nights. ``

'' At midnight, at the end of all of the rituals, when they had exhausted themselves from saltation and strain, the final exam action of the rite was to walk silently away from the sacred flame carrying glowing ember from the flak out into the world. Their way of life went straight outward from the fervidness like radius on a wheel until they were far enough away from the fire and each early that the glowing coal they carried in the carved out turnips was the only light by which they could see. At that degree there was a last chanted prayer for them to bring brightness into the darkness of the world, and then they would put their wearing apparel back on and return to their homes. ``

'' Every 52 years, however, one witch in one coven somewhere in the Earth would not make it place and would never be seen or heard from again. The thirteen of us would hem in her chanting the spell of darkness that The One had taught us. We would then close in on her like a noose. ``

'' For that, we were chanting capture tour, also taught us by Quello. By the time we reached her, she would be unable to speak or move. We would then contract her binding to the eye of her coven 's clearing and lay her upon their sanctified altar. Quello was very specific with what we had to do to her. Each of us was to use her backtalk and ass and her twat. She was to be fucked thirty- nine times so that she was completely defiled by the time The One appeared in the time of day before first light. ``

'' The spell that we used prevented her from making a phone, but it did n't stop her from screaming and crying out silently. Her thrashing endeavour to get out from under us made the rape of her ass and mouth all the more enjoyable. And when it came time to make love her cunt, it was as if I was an break out volcano inside of her. On no other function would I cum so heavily with such plenteous amounts of hot, gluey cum. By the time Quello arrived, she would be truly sully and would be curled up silently sobbing on the altar as Quello Caduto appeared above her. ``

She shuddered like she was swallowing something bitter and yucky. `` Watching what he did to her was truly atrocious, but at the Saame time truly fascinating. His retentive, snaky natural language would slide all over her body until despite herself she would get to respond to his caresses. He would curl his tongue around her breasts until she was panting and moaning and across her cunt and button until she was thrashing and bouncing upon the altar. Finally as the light of dawn first began to switch the sky from obscure black to deepest purple, Quello would utter a patch and her interpreter would refund. He would growl out the Lapplander Book each fourth dimension, 'Beg me to fuck you and give you one with me !'''

'' The enchantress response was also almost always exactly the same actor's line, 'Please fuck me. My consistence needs you so desperately, but I can never be one with you for you are iniquity'. ``

'' Quello would then plunge his massive penis into the beating witch and within a few moments they would climax together. Then he would ask her one more fourth dimension, 'Will you be one with me ?'When she again refused, he would tear her apart and consume her bloody flesh. Then he would melt for another 52 years. ``

'' Afterwards, we would always go home and get subterfuge drunk trying to get the images of what had occurred out of our mind. It was terrifying and severe and we really wanted to end it, but you do n't exactly break a hand with a Prince of Darkness, even if he is just a tyke demon. ``

She stopped and stared at me, waiting for me to say something. I had heard many weird and unusual delusion, but this was the first prison term I had ever felt a pang of notion rising within me, and rather than turning the narrative toward the cornerstone of her problem like I was trained to do, I asked, `` What went wrong this twelvemonth ? ``

She smiled a strange grinning at me and answered in an imitation of Humphry Bogart in Casablanca, `` Of all the bars in all the townspeople in all the existence, she walks into mine. '' Then she began giggling in that strange high-pitched, mad way of someone losing dominance of their mind. She was laughing at a jest that only she understood.

After a few moment I seriously considered calling for an intern and more MEd, but she suddenly stopped, looked me directly in the oculus, and calmly asked, `` Dr Walters, do you know how many people there are in the human beings ? ``

'' Close to seven billion, '' I replied.

'' So the odds of accidentally finding any one person on any one day at any one place anywhere in the man would be one in seven billion, right ? ... ONE in heptad roll in the hay zillion ! '' She again started giggling.

Finally she composed herself, paused and looked at me with very wide eyes that for some grounds reminded me of a niggling child looking at her parents as she told them something marvellous or terrible that she had done. `` But I did it. I picked out that one exactly wrong individual at exactly the wrong clip in exactly the right place. I was the one who picked the coven we would place and I was the one who picked which of the witch of the coven we would enchant that night. I chose her not because I thought she was the loss leader, but because she was the most beautiful of them all - possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her hairsbreadth was perfect. Her body was pure. Even her vox was stark as they chanted and sang beneath the night sky. I chose her because I knew that she would be the perfect offering to The One whom we must obey. ``

'' Everything went exactly as we had planned. The spell was cast. She was captured. She was bound to the altar and we each had our number in her mouth and her ass and her slit. Then Quello appeared. He did his bit with his tongue until she was writhing and panting like she was in heat, then he released her from the binding spell and stated his demand, `` Beg me to fuck you and clear you one with me ! ``

'' To our surprise, she answered him in Italian. I do n't speak Italian, but for some reason, I could understand her. She said, 'Quello Caduto, I refused you a thousand years ago because you were obviously misdirected and I knew that in your abstruse heart you were iniquity. Your heart has not changed, and you are still just as misdirected. What you seek, you do not need. What you need, you do not seek .'''

'' Quello roared at the sky as she continued, 'You seek a pure woman to defile and it does not fulfill you ... because it ca n't. You do not need a consummate woman who has been defiled. What you need - and what will finally satisfy you - is a woman who is already truly defiled to the depth of her being. You need a truly defiled warmness. Such a foul one will give you what you seek, which is not love, but obedience and raw, brawny sex .'''

'' Then she faded away. I do n't mean that she escaped, she just faded out like a cheesy special effect on a cheap TV show. Her body got less and less distinct until it began to shimmer like a cobwebby soap house of cards in trunk strain. Just before she faded completely away, she turned to me and said, 'You chose me, so now I chose you. You are already defiled to the astuteness of your being. Perhaps in your new work your nerve will be defiled enough for Quello to accept your torso as his eternal mate .'''

'' Then she looked into Quello 's oculus and said softly ,'I would have loved you if your warmness could possess changed. I said no to you because I knew that you could not interchange what your ticker was created to be, but I do still care for you. She is my natural endowment to you. Once she is fully defiled, use her well and wisely and you may find out happiness .'Then she was gone. ``

'' Everyone was staring at me and I looked back at them and started to ask, 'What is going on ?'But it was n't my vox. It was much too mellow pitched to be my voice. That 's when I looked at myself and realized that I was no longer me. It was no longer my organic structure. It was this consistence. I was a woman ... a beautiful char ... standing naked in front of my partners. ``

'' Immediately after that, I found myself screaming like the scared char I now was as Quello roared out his choler and leapt from the altar. I thought he was coming for me, but instead, he tore the others apart in just moments and left me standing there covered in stock. Then he spoke in a low growling voice. 'On the altar ! Now !'I ran over to the altar and climbed up to where the enchantress had been lying a few moments before. ``

'' 'On your spine ! Spread your pegleg !'I did. ``

'' Then I felt Quello 's tongue origin to displace across my organic structure. He licked my dead body from my toes to the top of my principal. The maven were overwhelming. I never knew what a woman felt as her body was stimulated, so even formula sex probably would have been overmaster, but the sense datum that Quello 's natural language created in me were way beyond rule. I had watched otherwise pure witches beg to be fucked by him after he had stimulated them with his glossa, and I was much less than pure. I was thrashing on the communion table begging him to screw me foresightful before he was finished with what he wanted to do. ``

She giggled slightly and looked me in the heart. `` He did, you know. '' Another giggle, `` He fucked me. And it was marvellous. I orgasmed at least a dozen meter while he fucked me. When he finished, I knew he was going to ask me the question and I knew that I was going to say yes. ``

She looked down and her shoulders slumped. `` But he did n't ask. Instead he said, 'Good piece of ass, but not defiled enough .'Then he picked me up and set me on my feet. ``

Her voice took on a lower, gravely delivery as she continued, `` He said to me ,'I will let you live and you will be my intimate release each time I return, but you must willingly defile yourself completely for me. If you fuck one thousand men by midnight on what you call Halloween, you will shew that you are truly the Defiled One and you will know. If not, I will have my post-fuck snack a niggling later .'''

She looked at me with desperation painted across her face and said, `` Doctor, I have only 23 minutes left. You have to fuck me now. I will pee the camera not work while you do it like I did for that young Doctor. You must do it. You are a doc. It will make unnecessary my life ... '' She giggled again ... `` and switch your life forever. ``

I knew what I should do. I should have called for an neat or an intern or a nurse and administered additional meds to calm a patient in the depths of a dangerous psychotic belief. But instead, I began unbuckling my swath as she slid down onto her vertebral column on the cot. I looked up at the television camera. The red recording lights were now off and both cameras were swivelled over toward the door. I climbed up onto the cot and positioned myself between her legs.

My grandfather used to joke about `` snapping turtle pussy '' that would nearly bite your cock off because it would clamp down so tightly as you entered. He would also blab out about `` milking machine pussy '' that would milk you dry all the way down to the nates of your clod. The old man would possess loved her. She was a snatch turtle milking motorcar. I had never felt anything like it. She was the most purely sexual fair sex I had ever fucked. It was n't making love. It was n't sex. It was pure, animal fucking.

As we finished, a low pharyngeal voice came from the corner of the room. The shadows there thickened slightly in an almost human form that stepped slowly out into the elbow room. `` I did n't opine you would be able to do it. One K men in seventeen Day. You are truly a totally corrupt woman and worthy of me. I will enjoy coming back to screw you once each windup of the cycle of the Moon and sun. In the meantime, you will not age, and you will remain to own your cognition of byplay. The only requirement is that you remain defiled. You must experience sex in every possible way every year at this prison term. I will not postulate that you fuck one thousand men each year, but you must feed yourself totally in all path to as many men as possible on this night each yr in the years between my visits. ``

He then turned to me. His eyes were glowing as he looked at me and said, `` And you, Doctor of the Church, I will allow you to be her earthly mate. Are you willing to be consort to my bride ? If you say 'Yes ,'you will not age ; you will get the Sami ability that she has to know what business will follow, and you will be able-bodied to fully enjoy her in all manner at all times. There is only one caution to our agreement. You must insure that she totally defiles herself each class on this day so that she is maintain impure for my return. ``

'' What about the decease of the 12 ? What about the fact that she ... he is still listed as missing ? ``

'' Taken guardianship of, '' he growled, `` Yes or no ? ``

As I walked back to the hospital ward desk, I noticed that the Monitor were starting to fall back on for the video surveillance of way six. I could see in the monitoring device that Harriet was now wearing a robe and sitting in the chairman future to her bed. Larry was looking up at me with a questioning look.

'' Did n't they instruct you about hard fugue states brought on by extreme genial harm ? Once I got her to talk about what happened to her, she snapped out of it. She and her Brother had kept her universe hidden so that she could operate openly and not be connected to their group. She had found what they thought was the ultimate energy origin for cars. If it worked, they would defecate trillion on it. The discoverer and Harold were demonstrating it for his age group in a secret place in the woods when it blew up. Her comrade and the scientist were effectively vaporized, and everyone else was blown to bits. Harriet was far enough away that she survived, but her clothing was blown off by the shock wave and her mind was overwhelmed by the paradigm of carnage ... and the guilt that she had brought the device to her brother 's attention. Her DNA was on the altar because she burned herself looking for her sidekick. The intimate fury was probably some eccentric of self-punishment brought up from the depth of her break mind and the fact that she found herself naked in public. If they re-test that gem platform they thought was an altar, they will hopefully come up some traces of her brother in the ash tree. ``

Larry looked at me a bit sheepishly and turned slightly red. `` Do n't care about the fact that you reinforced her delusion. I told you to do whatever you needed to do and it did calm her down enough so that she was capable to tattle to me. Just be very, very heedful with that type of therapy in the future. ``

He grinned slightly and I added, `` Oh, and do n't disoblige calling me with anything else tonight. I just called Dr. Hudson River and told her that I quit as of right now. She objected, but I told her that it was because I came in a short intoxicated and ended up having 'therapeutic sex'with a delusional patient role in order to bring her out of a fugue state. I assured her that I had erased the surveillance mag tape of the incident, but sooner or later someone was going to talk to the crush about it because the patient was Harold Aldrige 's sister, Harriet. ``

Larry swallowed and tried to suppress a smile that was more of a smirk, `` What 'd she say ? ``

I laughed and smirked back at him. `` She gasped and said that she would forge something out and to pull up stakes a written surrender on her desk. That 's a Nice way of saying, 'Do n't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out .'I am going to rent Harriet over to the medical Aaron Montgomery Ward and have her checked out for physical wound and then I am taking her family with me. ``

Harriet came out of Room 6 wearing a brief, hospital-issue robe. Larry 's eyes slowly traveled from her bare fundament to her ... well, he did n't seem to be able to get above the copious cleavage she was displaying.

I snapped my fingerbreadth several sentence in front end of his fount to lend him out of his trance. `` One final exam watchword of advice from your one-time supervisor, Larry. On the initiative of Jan, you put in a written vacation request for Hallowe'en week of next year ... and every year from now on. Harriet and I are going to be throwing a Halloween company next year that you really wo n't want to neglect. ``

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