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Appetizers

By Technocide

Standing in the kitchen of her home, Emily swiftly cut up the carrot she held as she quickly began to wrap up everything for the Halloween party she would be hosting tonight. After a long day of preparing everything, she was very glad to be able to relax and squeeze herself into that cute Devil's outfit that she'd picked out when she'd gone shopping with her friends, Amy and Marnie, last month.

Quickly running upstairs, she took a shower and got ready for the party, giggling as she admired herself in the mirror at how sexy she looked. Everyone who was anyone was going to be at the party tonight and Emily had her eyes set on one boy in particular. After breaking up with her last boyfriend just a few days ago, she wanted to try and get her mind off of him tonight, maybe even get a boy or two up to her room, if she was lucky enough.

It wasn't that long before her classmates began to arrive and the party started. There were lots of things that she'd set up for the party like bobbing for apples, scary decorations lined all throughout her house for any unsuspecting guests and yes.. plenty of alcohol. Her parents had gone out to a party at town hall, so it wasn't like they would know and she would have the house cleaned up before they got home anyways.

Everyone was having a great time, Emily was dancing with her friends in the living room among the crowd that had gathered while the music played. After working up a sweat, the three girls had decided to head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. Pouring the three of them a roman coke each, they stood in the kitchen, Amy and Marnie looking over the various sweets and assorted food that Emily had made for the party. Picking through the food, they eventually settled on the swedish meatballs that Emily had prepared yesterday before cooking them this morning. Her two friends complemented her on how delicious they were, easily the best of all the times the girl had cooked them before.

Emily just smiled, thanking her friends in that charming tone of hers.

"These are amazing!" Marnie exclaimed with delight, stuffing another of the meatballs into her mouth. "What did you put in these to make them so much better this time?"

"Oh, you know.." Emily trailed off.

"Hey, so did Patrick ever stop by?" Amy asked, speaking of the girls former boyfriend. "I spoke to him at school yesterday, he said he was going to come by and talk to you."

"Yes, he stopped by."

"Did you talk to him?" Marnie asked.

"Yeah, no ones seen him since yesterday at school." Amy said between bites.

Yes, Emily had spoken to him yesterday while she was preparing everything. As she had figured, he had tried to reconcile with her, but there was no way she was going to listen to him. Why would she want him back? He'd slept with that slut, Samantha Barnes, there was no way she was going to take him back after having slept with that narcissistic cunt!

He had helped her out with the cooking though, she had made sure of that. Had practically insisted upon it. After all, it would not have been possible to do without him. The meatballs that she'd prepared had been made with him in mind, they'd been his favorite when she would cook for him when he came over and it would only be proper that he helped her with the special ingredient that she found gave them that extra spice of flavor.

"Maybe the Marston's got him on his way home." Marnie teased, speaking of the local boogeyman tale.

The Marston's were a family of cannibals who had lived on the outskirts of the town during the early 1900's, having been responsible for at least fifteen disappearances in the span of five years. Kids loved  to dare each other to go spend the night up in the cabin of theirs that was in the middle of the Petrified Forest. Around this time of the year, one or two teenagers would go missing, giving the legend even more believability than what the towns-folk wanted to admit.

Although having rumored to have perished in a fire that destroyed half the forest more than thirty years ago, some still believed them to be alive and warned their children never to go into the forest at night. If you believed in those tales, you would also know that it was rumored that the youngest child had survived and that they still lived in Jackson to this very day. And contrary to the beliefs of the towns-folk, Emily knew this to be very much so.

Laughing, Emily helped herself to some of the swedish meatballs.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry to much. I have a gut feeling that Patrick's around here somewhere."