31 Short Horror Stories for Halloween

A Night Of Possibilities

The night wasn't exactly young but it was a Saturday night and full of possibilities. In fact, if you looked around the bar, there were lots and lots of possibilities scattered on the dance floor in skimpy dresses. You could almost taste skin when you inhaled.

The two men looked at each other and threw back the last of their drinks. For about ten minutes now, they'd been aware of the very perfect young blonde woman who sat across them at the bar. She'd been staring at them long before they had even noticed her and now that they'd had enough liquor, they felt brave enough to ask her to dance. The only problem was, there was one of her and two of them.

'I saw her first' his friend said. He thought about this for a second. His friend was the better looking of the two, no doubt. He was strong and muscular and he had a better apartment but this woman was just too beautiful to pass up on.

'She's a big girl; she can decide for herself who she likes better' he countered. His friend shrugged and they sauntered over to her, confident from the alcohol.

'Well, hello handsome' the girl said cocking her head and laying a hand on his friend's arm. He felt his heart sink. She's already picked who she liked better. They made small talk for a bit. She worked at a place down town, and she liked bigger, muscular men.

Ten minutes later, and she suggested they go back to her place, her and his friend. They were gone in a flash and he was left standing there feeling like the night's possibilities had all but faded.

He had a few more drinks, tried dancing with a few girls, but was unable to get the gorgeous blonde out of his mind. Sometime around two in the morning, he began the clumsy walk home. He turned the corner and heard odd slurping sounds. The alcohol was playing with his common sense and he walked into the alley to investigate.

The blonde girl sat there covered in blood with a vacant expression on her face. She held something in her hand and was gnawing on it. He squinted to see what it was; fingers, three of them, a hand stump with just a bit of arm still on it, and his friend's watch dangling off the exposed bone. It made more sense now she liked muscular big men.