Matt was tapping his cane down the street searching for his friend Abby's house. She and their other friends Becca and Courtney all in their 30s said they had a surprise for him.

"Darkness crawls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand"

Matt could hear the lyrics of the familiar Halloween anthem from nearly a block away. He tapped his cane and found his friend's address. He nimbly stepped onto the porch, but then heard the scream which was audio recorded on a mini recorder on the porch mat. Those had made him jump when he was just a blind youngster trick or treating. Now he would get tricks and treats of a different kind.

A week earlier Matt had been sitting around with his friends them reminiscing about wild parties they had gone to dressed up. "I never went to any of those, just never got invited. It's not like I could see anyone's costumes anyways." Matt laughed and then served his friends pumpkin pie. But ever since the three of them hatched a plan, one could almost call it a coven.

He knocked on the door, his costume was Daredevil, Marvel's blind super hero. His brother had helped him with it for a comic con one year. He was greeted by three familiar friends, or were they familiar?

"Goody, goody, he came and he brought the candy. Trick or treat" said Abby. Abby had been Matt's friend the longest they lived in the same city for decades. She had been valedictorian but also the type who liked pranks every now and then when the time was right and the moon was full. Today she was dressed as a sexy schoolgirl, with their old school colours and a short skirt and matching top with her hair in pigtails.

"Season's feedings my succulent darling" a bad Eastern European accent greeted him from Becca, or as she was called on their table top roleplaying days Lady Dracella. She had her face made up, blood red lips and matching plastic fangs, an alluring corset and long black dress. She was the goth princess of many a man's wet dream as Matt would later find out.

"I see him shiver with anticipation" this was from Courtney who today was playing the role of Magenta from Rocky Horror Picture Show. She wore the classic gothic maid outfit and filled it out well. She and Matt had been in a few plays together she loved local theatre, she was the one who introduced Matt to that cult classic, just the two of them, alone, at her house, cuddled up together. Was she trying to tell him something then?

"So why was I invited here, besides the fact that I found all the treats for this evening?" Matt joked, hoping that his intuition might somehow be correct.

"We're going to get you into the Halloween spirit like when we were kids" bubbly school girl Abby said.

"And have a fucking sexy time doing so" continued Becca Dracella.

"Let's do the time warp again" sang Courtney.

Matt was confused but liked where this was going so far.

"You can tell some by our attitudes what our costumes are, but that's just a little taste, we have a fun game" said Abby, slipping into her girl next door role.

"It's not a game, it's a contest of wills and of our feminine guile" corrected Becca.

"I just really wanted to play this part" confessed Courtney.

"So it's a costume contest, interesting," Matt said. "I guess I get to feel everyone's costumes?"

"Full free use, and there's a few more rounds we thought up" said Abby. "Maybe for old times sake we can do the thing high school parties are known for and do seven minutes in heaven"

"perhaps our esteemed judge wants a dance with each of us, of our choosing" mused Becca.

"And we could always take you to other parts of the house for a little private role play time" Courtney pondered out loud.

And there were even more surprises for Matt later, tricks and treats that would make this Halloween unforgettable.

*** Please Note: All characters in the story are in our mid 30s and was only writing about the "slutty school girl" because that's a costume and role play trope. That being said, feel free to pick whatever costumes for your characters the above was just a sample and a taste of the type of story I want us to write.