Kacey Loveington - Poll: Pick Our Halloween Story

Hey All, We got enough great story ideas from our Halloween post, to create ourselves a poll and have you guys decide which one you would most like to see become a 1 part story on October 30th .

Firstly I want to thank everyone who put forward an idea on our Halloween post. We got enough fun story pitches to select a few of them and create ourselves a poll, and have you guys decide which one shall be turned into a story for October 30th.

But big thank you to the following members, for your story ideas. I loved them all - Minty, Keith, Thomas Sudan, Ctolm, Skingre, Tonkaman, Hotwife Alice, Jack Francis, Araumi, Johnny King, Ink Heart, Dingdonger, New Start, David, Doug, Gocart Mozart, Graham Swire, Johnny, Chris N.

Many of you suggested a very similar costume themed party idea. And while they were all unique, I've decided to mould them together and make one called Lamb To The Slaughters, and just proclaim that it was pitched - By Everyone

And so here are the four story pitches, and let's decide which of these will become our Halloween Story this year:

Lamb To The Slaughters - By Everyone: - Joseph and Mary had only recently moved in when their new neighbours invited them to The Slaughters Halloween costume party. Joseph wanted their costumes to represent his work as a Pastor, ordering a shepherd's costume for himself and a cute Lamb costume for his beautiful and still a little shy, Mary. What arrived was far more revealing than either of them expected.

At the party they met the hosts, Cain and Eve Slaughter, a beautiful and imposing black couple. Cain dressed in a Zulu tribal outfit that left his muscular body on display and something heavy and unmistakable shifting beneath the loincloth. Eve in a tight black catsuit that left very little to the imagination. Joseph took an instant dislike to them, he didn’t trust the way Cain’s eyes kept finding Mary, labelling them children of the devil.

When the costume contest winners were announced, Joseph was called up alongside Eve. The Shepherd having no choice but to dance with Catwoman, while he scanned the room for his wife and Cain. Eve leaned in close, her voice low and amused.

“You should know something about my husband,” she whispered. “He has an insatiable desire. Every Halloween he picks one girl for us to ravish together… and tonight I think he’s chosen your pretty little Mary to be his sacrificial lamb.”

Joseph’s stomach dropped. He pushed through the crowd, searching room after room of the big house. When he finally shoved open the master bedroom door, his nightmare truly began...

The Plantation Curse - By Hotwife Alice: - Emma and Daniel couldn’t believe their luck. The old plantation house was far bigger than anything else they could afford, and the price was almost too good to be true. Emma, beautiful and bright-eyed, walked through the empty rooms already picturing where the nursery would go. They were excited to renovate and make it theirs, and start a family. The local stories about bad luck and hauntings made them laugh. They were modern people. They didn’t believe in curses.

Their neighbour, Mr Walters, had been nothing but helpful. The older Black man stopped by most days to lend a hand with the renovations and keep them company while they worked. One afternoon they found a stack of old diaries in the attic. The entries went back centuries. One described a white owner who caught a slave named Elijah in bed with his wife on Halloween night and had him hanged. With the noose around his neck, Elijah cursed the plantation and every future white owner, to watch his own wife being bred by a black man.

Later pages in the diary told a similar story. Different owners. Different years. Always Halloween. Always their wives and a black man between their legs seeding them.

Emma and Daniel smiled and closed the books. Superstition, nothing more.

Then Halloween arrived with a storm. The power flickered. Rain hammered the windows. A knock came at the door. Mr Walters stood outside looking strangely unsettled, as if he didn’t quite remember walking over. They invited him in. While Daniel went to fetch him a drink, something in the room shifted. The older man was gone. In his place stood a much younger version, taller, broader; and very clearly only interested in one thing... Emma and her fertile womb.

The curse of Elijah had come to collect.

Bobbing For Bad Apples - By Johnny: - Jenny spent the early evening playing the perfect host while her son’s friends filled the house in costumes. She kept an eye on the group of eighteen-year-olds, making sure the night stayed respectable before they headed out to their real late night party.

The neighbourhood bad apples. Three Black boys who hung around the corner, loud and cocky, known for trouble. They hadn’t been invited. They walked in anyway, cracking jokes and getting handsy with other people’s girlfriends. When her son quietly confessed that he hadn’t invited them, Jenny’s patience snapped. She told them to leave.

They went, still smirking. One telling her they'd be back later.

Once her son and friends left for the real party, the house felt too big and too quiet. The lights flickered. A shadow crossed the window. Something rattled at the back door. Heart pounding, and very much believing she was in her own halloween horror story, Jenny looked out front and saw the three bad apples, still standing on the corner drinking beer.

Scared and flustered, she opened the door and asked if they’d come over. Just for a minute. Just to check everything was okay. She didn’t want to be alone.

They were surprisingly understanding at first, despite the way she’d spoken to them earlier. But inside the house the attitudes shifted. They don't want to waste their night house sitting, and if she wants them to keep her safe, then there were ways she could make it up to them. Ways she could show she was grateful for the company. Firstly, you could go slip into something a little more... revealing. One suggested.

Jenny was about to tell them to go get lost, to get the fuck out of her house. But then that noise in the garden again... She nodded her head, moving to the bedroom. And the three of them were only just getting started.

Thrill-Her - By Johnny King: - Michaela and Jack had been playing with the fantasy for months. Late at night, tangled in the sheets, they whispered about it; Jack watching while a group of black men took his wife, one after another. It stayed a fantasy. Something they role-played and fantasises about, but never followed up on.

On Halloween they dressed for a party. Michaela wore a fitted red leather jacket over a black top and tight red leather pants, her usually straight dark hair, curled - channeling Michael Jackson’s Thriller look. Mark went as the zombie version of the same character. They looked good together. The party was fun. The night felt electric.

On the drive home the car died in a rough part of town. With no phone signal, Mark told Rachel to stay put in the car while he walked to find a payphone. She locked the doors and waited.

Minutes later four large Black men dressed as zombies, appeared around the car. One of them tried the handle. Rachel’s heart raced; then she remembered what Mark had whispered that morning while they were fooling around in bed. How he should drive her to the bad side of town and find some black thugs to take her in an alley.

She smiled to herself. Of course. He’d arranged it all.

She unlocked the door.

From the end of the alley, Mark stopped dead. He watched shocked, as his wife stepped out of the car, sitting on the bonnet and smiling at the men like she knew exactly what was coming.

She thought this was his plan. It wasn’t.

And now he had to decide whether to stop it… or keep watching.

Vote Below on which one you like the most and let's have a wicked Halloween together