An Epic Goofy Movie

Anthony (Tony) St. Claire

The Ghouls had been around since the 70s. Back then, they had consisted of just Daniel and his wife, Maurice. Slowly it expanded, each decade adding new people to their group.

The Ghouls were for people who were looking to fulfill sadistic, unnatural desires. Tony had always been interested in serial killers, and when had gotten a chance to join the group, he was curious.

It happened in New York.

He had walked into the wrong hotel room, a little tipsy from the party he had just come from. He could hear grunting, which concerned him because there shouldn't be anyone in his room.

He froze when he noticed three women, all naked lying on his bed. One was straddling the other, her dark brown hair falling neatly over her shoulders. The one on the bed was crying, a gag in her mouth. The third was at the foot of the bed, her eyes manic as she held a knife in her hands.

Tony didn't know what to do.

This was... erroctic. Exciting.

He had never felt so confused. His emotions were jumping from afraid, curious, to elated and back down. It was as if he was high, without all the drugs. The woman with the brown hair turned to look at him, smiling.

What was he supposed to do? Was this just a kinky foreplay? Should he say something?

The woman on the bed was familiar to him. Her black hair was up in a messy bun, her arms clearly tied to the end of the bed. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.

It happened so quickly.

The one with the knife stabbed the woman in the bed, laughing as she did so. One stab, two, three. Tony couldn't look away.

His heart was pounding. He needed to do something... right?

The woman with the knife dropped it on the floor and walked towards him, her fair skin covered in the other woman's blood. She stood in front of him, reached for his hand and bid him follow her.

He did.

And that had been the best night of his life.

He had done things he could never speak of.

And he was hooked.

Fame was nothing compared to this feeling. He would follow these women anywhere.

It was how he ended up miles away, registered to the university. He had been invited into the group, and part of his initiation was to find victims. Roxanne had been an easy target, until Max showed up. He really wanted Roxanne. No one else would do.

He had fucked up bringing them all on Halloween night. Most of their clan had been arrested, which looked bad on him. He had to redeem himself. Lake had trusted him.

Mona sat nervously in the corner. He approached her, not really trusting her.

"You're part of the Ghouls?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"So are you, by the looks of it." he replied.

She shook her head. "I never agreed to this. I didn't know-"

"Didn't know what?" he asked annoyed. "Don't let them hear you saying that. For one you're here now. You've fucked their leader. You're in this just as much as I am. Maybe more."

"I haven't killed anyone!" she blurted out.

Lake walked up behind him, placing his hand on his shoulder. "What's going on here?"

Mona stood up, her fist clenched. She was shaking. "I refuse to go on further with any of this."

When they both didn't respond, she continued. "I'm leaving. I won't go to the authorities, you don't have to worry about me. I can't be apart of this."

Lake sighed and turned to him.

"Escort her out. The Ghoul way."

Tony understood. He motioned Mona to walk ahead of him and out of the meeting room. They walked down the hall and down the stairs that led to exit. But he wasn't going to let her leave.

He grabbed her and threw her into the nearest room, which happened to be a small closet. He locked it, and looked around for the switch while he felt Mona's fist on his chest.

"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled, trying to get around him.

With a click, the closet was illuminated with a yellow glow. He was instantly aroused at what he knew was going to happen next. And as he looked around the small space, he noticed the cleaning supplies on the wall. Perfect. He could clean up the mess afterwards.