A Hot Halloween
Night
Her name was
Brandy. She was young, beautiful and
very energetic. She wore her shoulder
length brown hair mostly in a pony tail that bounced every time she walked. At times she would put it up in two pig tails
or two pony tails. Although very cute,
she was simple minded and not much on fashion.
Her favorite outfit was either blue jeans and a simple blouse or shirt
top, a jumper of some sort with a long sleeve top under it.
It just so
happened on this particular Halloween eve that a small group of her friends
decided to have fun dressing up like
Puritans, and have an old fashioned witch hunt. Everyone would come in costume and meet in the
woods around nine on Halloween night.
Brandy couldn’t decide if she would go or not. Mary and Jane talked her in to it
though. They thought it would be fun to
run through the forest late at night trying to hide from Dick, Steve, and
John.
Everyone showed up
at nine just as planed in the forest.
Mary and Jane were each dressed in the traditional Puritan black dress,
white apron, and white bonnet. Both were
wearing white nylon tights and black shoes.
Brandy showed up in a light blue dress, white apron and bonnet and was
also wearing white nylon tights with black shoes. Dick, Steve and John wore the traditional
Puritan men’s clothes. Black pants to
their knees, white tights, black shoes and of course
the wide brimmed Puritan hat.
It wasn’t long
before the game began. It was a
beautiful clear evening. The moon was
full and shining brightly lighting up the whole forest. The girls set out in different directions
while the boys made ready their plans.
They would go after only one girl at a time bring them back, make them
stand on a two foot high stump at the base of three trees, tie each of them to
the tree one at a time and then go back after the others until all three girls
were their prisoners. Steve was curious
and asked John what they would do when all three girls were caught. “They’re witches right?” said John. “Ya” Steve replied.
“We burn them. We burn them to ashes
like they did to witches during the 1600’s when they had real witch hunts. Captured witches were burned at the stake!” So we’re goina burn
our witches at the stake.” The boys got
excited at the thought of burning such beautiful young girls.
The boys raced
through the forest in search of their witches.
Mary was the first to be seen so the chase was on. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her
until she tripped over her dress and fell into the dirt. She was barely up when the boys were on
her. They quickly tied her hands behind
her and lead her off to where they had prepared the trees. They untied her hands and helped her stand on
the stump. John took her hands and tied
them securely behind her back and around the tree. Dick took a coil of rope and began securing
Mary to the tree. She squirmed and
screamed at them, “Hay what you are doing?
Let me go!!” Dick kept tying her
to the tree. After Mary was tied to the
tree the boys set out looking for their next witch.
In a few minutes
they found Jane. She screamed and took
off running. The boys were too fast for
her and caught up with her in no time.
They grabbed her arms and tied her hands behind her back, then lead her
to where they tied Mary. When they
arrived they found Brandy hard at work attempting to untie Mary and set her
free! John quickly began chasing Brandy
leaving Dick and Steve to deal with Jane.
They brought her to the second tree and stump helped her up and tied her
hands behind her back around the stump.
Leaving her there they took off in an effort to help John capture that
witch Brandy!
It seems however,
that Brandy had out smarted the boys. While they were off chasing her in the woods
she doubled back. Arriving at the place
where Mary and Jane were tied she quickly untied Jane’s hands and helped her
down. Quickly both girls untied Mary and
helped her down. They took off into the
woods to hide.
Again they split
up and each of the girls went their own way.
Brandy ran off into the dark woods and ran right into John. “I got her!” he shouted and it was only a
matter of seconds before Dick and Steve arrived. They tied her hands. “Better take her to the truck and prepare her
now before she gets rescued by the others.” Said Steve.
They took her to John’s truck which had an old camper on the back. Steve went to the cab and took a bag
containing a new long sleeved white linen gown, a new pair of white nylon
anklet socks and black slippers. “Here”
he said, “prepare her now for the fire!”
“Fire? What do you mean fire?” Brandy
asked. “Shut up, get in here and put
these on!” barked Dick as he opened the door to the camper and helped her
inside. She opened the bag and laughed
as she pulled out the long sleeve white gown with the new white nylon socks and
slippers. “What is this stuff?” she
asked. “Just put it on” Dick
replied. Brandy slipped off her apron, then her dress, pulled off her tights, picked up the gown
and slipped it over her head letting it fall to the floor of the camper. She opened the package of white nylon anklet
socks and slipped them over her dainty little feet, curling down to top around
her ankles. Then put on the black slippers. “Ready”! she called
out to Dick who was standing guard. Dick
motioned to Steve and John who came over to the camper. Dick opened the door and they couldn’t
believe their eyes. Brandy stood there
looking gorgeous. Her long brown hair
draped down her neck to the brim of the white gown and those big brown eyes
were as wide and big as ever. The gown
seemed to flow down to her feet. Quickly
they helped her out of the camper to the ground where they tied her hands
behind her back and lead her back into the forest.
Upon arrival,
Brandy was certain Mary and Jane were somewhere near by and they would be there
to rescue her. Dick and John helped her
to the top of the stump right next to the tree.
Dick began the process of tying her to the tree. He crossed the rope in front of her breasts
then around her chest crossing in back of the tree he tied the rope around her
waist and thighs. Steve went back into
the forest gathering up sticks and small branches that had fallen from the
trees. Brandy watched curiously as Dick
and John began piling dried leaves around the stump beneath her feet. “What
are you doing that for? She asked. Dick
stopped momentarily and looking up at her said, “you’re
a witch, you have been sentenced to burn at the stake!” “Burn me! You’re goina
burn me? She asked teasingly thinking
they were playing around. “Ya you’re going to burn Brandy!” came Dick’s reply as he
continued piling leaves around her feet.
Before long Steve was back with his arms full of twigs and
branches. He dropped his load then took
off for more with John
Dick began placing the wood on top of the leaves around Brandy’s
feet. She kicked at the pile with her
foot and knocked some of the wood off the leaves. Dick smiled and kept on putting the wood
around the stump. Steve and John came
back with more wood and Dick continued placing it around Brandy’s feet. Then he stopped and looking at Brandy’s feet
reached out taking her foot and took the slipper off. Then he took the other one off. Then taking a small coil of rope he tied her
ankles to the tree. He stepped back and
gazed at her. She was dressed totally in
white from her shoulders to her tiny little white sock covered feet. “That should keep you from kicking any more
wood” he sneered. “Why did you take off
my slippers” she asked. “Why so you can
feel the heat from the fire around your sock feet” he replied. “Alright guys it’s time to stop. Untie me and let me down from here. You’re not really going to burn me at the
stake!” “You’re a witch!” John exclaimed, “and a pretty one
too!” said Dick. “So we are going to
burn you! Death by fire for the witch!”
shouted John as he lit a torch. “Nooo! Screamed Brandy, “Pleaseeee don’t burn me for real! I am afraid of fire! Put that thing down and
let me down. You have scared me
enough!” she
exclaimed. “Burn this witch! shouted Steve. Taking
the torch John began holding it to the leaves and wood beneath Brandy’s
feet. She watched in horror as the small
flames began to catch. In seconds there
was fire all around her feet. He felt
the intense heat as the flames rapidly approached her socking feet. In minutes her feet were taking the
fire. The boys seemed to have pleasure
watching as Brandy suffered. She shrieked
in extreme pain as the nylon socks melted into her flesh. The fire worked it’s
way up her legs licking her white gown tied to the stake. She pressed herself against the tree in an
effort to try and escape the pain but there was no escaping her doom. Dick and John kept adding sticks and small
branches to the fire as it devoured its victim.
Brandy screamed one last time then she was dead.
After about an
hour Mary and Jane walked back into the clearing. They saw the huge fire around the tree and
asked the boys what was up. “We’re
burning a witch!” Dick told them. To
which they asked if there were any marshmallows to go along with the witch
roast. The boys laughed. Steve came behind Mary and grabbed her hands
while Dick grabbed Jane’s hands. They
pulled rope from their pocked and tied the girls hands
behind them. John went into the forest
for some fresh wood. Dick and Steve
helped the girls each to their stumps and set about tying them to the
trees. The girls played along thinking
it was some kind of game. “Are we the
next to burn?” asked Jane. The boys gave
no response.
John came back and
began piling dried leaves and the wood he gathered around Jane’s feet. He stopped in front of her and taking her
left foot he slipped off her shoe, placing her stocking foot back on the
stump. He took her right foot and did
the same thing. Jane thought it was
funny and wiggled her white tighted toes at him as he
tied her ankles to the tree. Dick began
doing the same thing to Mary. He took
off her shoes and tied her ankles to the tree.
They were securely tied to their stakes.
“Why did you take off our shoes?”
asked Jane. “So your feet could feel the pain of the fire
as flames lick at them!” replied John.
Alright, the fun is over! Let us go.
Ya untie us now guys. It was great fun but it is approaching
midnight and we need to get home!” Dick
announced, “You have been found guilty of witchcraft and are sentenced to burn
at the stake!” Steve reached down and
took a burning stick from the fire that burned Brandy. “Burn the witches!” said John as Steve began
touching the torch to the sticks around Jane’s feet. Stop! She shouted Stop! Put that thing down
and let me down!” said Jane. She was
starting to cry as fear gripped her heart.
Please let me down! I don’t want
to die this way! She sobbed as Steve kept on lighting the sticks on fire. “No escaping this time witch!” he
sneered. Then he walked over to the tree where Mary was
tied. Mary screamed in terror as she
watched Jane begin to burn!
Jane screamed in
pain as the flames licked at her feet.
Her nylon tights began to melt into her flesh and the fire started working
it’s way up her legs and dress. She tried to escape her bonds but there was
no escaping the intense heat as the fire claimed her body. Noooo Please kill me
now don’t let me burn she screamed! Her
flesh was melting away as she was totally engulfed in fire. Ahhhhhhh She screamed in pain then the
screaming stopped as she yielded her life to the fire.
Steve handed to
burning stick to Dick. Mary watched in
horror as Dick touched the torch to the sticks around her stocking feet. “Please stop don’t do this, please let me go
let me down! Stop!” pleaded Mary. Dick just kept on lighting the wood on
fire. Mary watched as the flames came
closer to her stocking feet. She tired
to move her feet from the path of the approaching fire but couldn’t move at all.
The boys enjoyed the show as the fire
was now encircling Mary’s feet. She
could feel the intense heat and looking down watched as the flames began
licking at her feet. She struggled
against her bonds to no avail. She
screamed in pain as the fire began burning her feet making its way up her nylon
tight covered legs. The pain was intense
as the flames devoured the nylon tights and they melted into the flesh of her
legs. Sobbing she begged the boys to put
out the fire and let her go. Her pleas
fell on deaf ears. The fire had grown
more intense and Mary was engulfed in flames.
She no longer felt
pain and gave up the struggle to escape as her life slowly
drained away.
The boys got out
of their costumes and into their jeans one at a time taking turns as the others
watched the fires. They kept the fires
going through the night piling sticks, leaves and branches on each fire until
morning light. Then they let the fires
die down. By late afternoon the ashes
were cool enough to where they could search for any evidence that had not
burned in the fire. There was none. All three girls had perished in the flames
and were nothing but ashes. They looked
at each other and laughing slapped each others hands in victory over those
witches. “Can’t wait until next year!”
said Dick. “You bet” said Steve. “Man”, said John, “that was one hot Halloween
night!”