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SSC: Oops 17

(***, F/f, Intense, Hand, costumes)

Two bratty girls experience true Halloween terror. (Approximately 480 words. Originally published 1998-07.)

"You can trick-or-treat until 7:30, Molly," said the large woman.

"Yes, Aunt Martha," nodded the brown-haired moppet obediently. But as soon as the white pillowcase covered her head, she scowled and stuck out her tongue.

She hated being babysat by her aunt -- the woman was much stricter than her mother. Twice this week she'd had found occasion to use her stout wooden hairbrush on Molly's wrong end.

* * * * *

On the other side of town, blond-haired, blue-eyed Holly Strumpet was putting on her ghost costume.

"Why are you taking such a big bag?" asked Andy, her little brother.

"Cuz I'm gonna get the most candy of _anyone_!" snapped the girl. "Our class at school is having a competition and I'm going to win."

* * * * *

"Hurry up!" moaned Molly impatiently. She stood at the end of the walkway, stamping her feet. "It's almost 7:30!"

"Calm down, child," puffed Aunt Martha. "The houses aren't going anywhere. Besides, you've got enough candy already."

"It's not nearly enough to win the competition!" said Molly. She took off up the street, ignoring her aunt's cries to stop. She knew it might mean a spanking, but she didn't care. It was worth it to escape her aunt.

The next few houses were dark, so Molly headed for the yellow one with the glowing jack-o-lanterns.

"Oooohhhhoohh," the little ghost called out. "Trick or treat!" She held out her bag, pleased when a full-sized Snickers bar was dropped inside.

Running down the driveway, she collided with another white ghost.


"Is that you, Holly?"

"Molly? You're a ghost, too!" Holly brushed herself off. "At least I'll win," she smirked, showing her bulging bag.

Molly scowled and ran, more determined than ever. Behind her, she heard Holly screaming. She stopped, hesitating. Curiosity won and Molly sneaked back to peak through the bushes.

Immediately she realized what was happening: the Snickers house thought Molly the ghost had come back for seconds and were refusing to give Holly any candy!

"That was a different ghost!" shouted the girl furiously. "Give me candy!" She was about to throw a small rock at the closed door when a strong hand grabbed her wrist.

"You little brat!" roared Aunt Martha.

Wrapping her left arm around the girl, she upended her. Her large right hand began to pound the ghost's petite rump.

"Whhaaaa! Stopppp!" screamed Holly in terror.

But Aunt Marth couldn't be stopped. For a full five minutes she slapped that bottom, drawing approving cheers from the watchers in the Snickers house.

"Now that's scary," said the gentleman.

"A real horror," murmured his wife.

"Molly, come back!" hollered the woman when a terrified Holly darted off into the night. "You just earned yourself the hairbrush at home, girl!"

Molly's gleeful giggling came an abrupt halt on that news. Now she had a treat of her own waiting at home!

The End

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