Page 19 of The King of Halloween
“Don’t…” Raj tried to pull it away before Logan gave himself an accidental lobotomy.
Logan nodded like he hadn’t nearly lost an eye, then smiled. “So what’s this about a movie night? The mayor sounded excited.”
A phony. He called him a damn phony, a liar to his face. Raj clenched his hand. A loud whirr erupted, and he yelped, dropping the drill to the ground.
That was Adam Stein’s fault, too.He’s just like all the closed-minded rest, scared of the evil invader, the outsider.The man who doesn’t look like them, act like them, comes into their town and dares to put spice in his food.
“Way I figure, we get the lobby finished, clean some things, then spook up the ballroom. Throw a few sheets over the unpainted bits. That’ll seem scary.” Logan kept talking as Raj twisted his head.
So Mr. Stein thinks he gets to decide who does and does not belong in this town? That he’s the literal king of Halloween? Hefting a box from behind the counter, Raj caused a small business card to tumble out. He turned around the card telling the tale of the Halloween mask. Stamped on the back was a mark with a name. Raj’s exhausted grimace ticked up into a malicious grin. “We’ll see who wears the crown now, Mr. Stein.”
Leaning over, Logan pointed at the mask. “I think that’s a lizard.”
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Ecstatic, Raj walked out of the hardware store that wasn’t a bar, unless they hid it in back somewhere. Dappled sunlight danced across his face. It’d finally warmed, so he’d unwound his scarf and let the sun apple his cheeks. The air smelled of crinkly leaves and old hay. Children rode their bikes up and down the streets between red-bricked buildings. Cute vintage signs advertising cakes shaped like pumpkins and aboutbeing here for the booslightened his heavy shoulders.
This was what he wanted—quaint, cute, kitsch. To ride down the street on his old Schwinn, fresh apple tarts in the basket, greeting people with a good morning before he curled up on the bench below an old oak tree to read the most gory thriller imaginable. It wasn’t a retirement but an escape before his mind exploded.
Or…it was supposed to be.
Raj’s steps faltered as he came upon his nemesis’s store. He didn’t realize he was so close, but the streams of people standing outside gawking at the windows gave him a warning to turn back. People gasped at the masks, causing a fake spider to descend and startle them. Smaller kids flocked around an animatronic butler holding suckers shaped like ghosts and pumpkins, pleading with their parents to get them one. The sucker, not the butler. Though, one tiny girl in pigtails kept hugging the legs of a Freddy Krueger stand-up like he was her best friend.
Somewhere in there was a man with a huge grin on his face living Raj’s best life. Bringing joy to the kids by scaring the hell out of them. Getting to live in that narrow world where laughter and fear coalesce into a burst of giddy euphoria.
What the hell are you doing?
Raj’s phone vibrated and he reached in to take it. Another missed call from Logan. They were five days away from the hotel opening, and Raj had spent the entire morning traveling an hour outside of town on his stupid revenge mission. And for what?
Just because Adam…
A side door flew open. Cackling with a mouth full of plastic teeth, Adam Stein flung his arms wide. The vampire cape scattered off of his shoulders, and he cried out to the gathering horde, “Come, my children. The cemetery of the dead awaits you.”
Damn.Why did Raj’s weakness have to be men in tight-ass suits—especially vests? He knew he should turn back and go the other way, but he froze. Adam had stained his lips red for the part, and he’d added makeup to try to give him a gaunt look. Instead, it highlighted his cheekbones, and the darkness under his eyes made the ice-white blue of them burn brighter than a candle. Raj would gladly offer up his neck, or anywhere else this vampire wanted to take a long, wet bite.
“Yes, yes,” Adam called to the children rushing to get in line. “Enter my lair…if you dare.” He hustled the first five inside. As the door slammed shut, the others all groaned and started to fan out, but something caught Raj’s eye.
A bright orange flyer was taped to the door. It wasn’t little more than printer paper and cheap clip art, but the sentiment was obvious.
The first line was, “Dracula’s Dungeon.” But below that, in even bigger text, was, “Anoka’s first haunted house in thirty years.”
That son of a bitch.
He tried to steal their thunder by throwing a bunch of cheap props and gaudy costumes on mannequins and calling it a haunt? Well, two can play at this game, Mr. Stein. Raj answered his phone.
“Raj, thank fuck. I’ve been calling you all—”
“Change of plans, Logan.”
“What? How? We haven’t finished our first plan.”
Glaring at the line of kids eyeing up the masks in the window, Raj grinned. “We’re opening our gift store. Now.”
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Adam gave a wave to the kids skipping out of his haunt, free lollipops in hand. Then he caught the eyes of the ones across the street and snapped back into character. Knotting his hands into claws, he gave a quick hiss. It’d have sent them scrambling for the hills if his vampire fangs didn’t splat onto the sidewalk like grandma’s dentures after one too many glasses of wine. The twelve-year-old boys, high on their first hit of testosterone, eyed him down like a biker gang circling a harried shopkeeper.
“Happy Halloween,” Adam called out in his jolly voice, and turned around. Under his breath, he muttered, “You spoiled bra-a-a!” In the window’s reflection, he spotted the mayor’s wife walking with Mrs. Melnar. Both ladies looked fresh from church despite it being Wednesday.
