Red Rain

"Red Rain"


The rain started to patter down on the roof, windows and deck of Susie McFadden’s dwelling. She lay in her bed and realized how much she
loved the rain, especially during the day, and even more especially when her parents were not home. There was something about the rain Susie found comforting. Perhaps it was because the rain was representative of her own tears
inside her heart.

She was most at peace when she had the house all to herself, it was raining outside and that she knew her fuck-buddy was on the way over. Susie and Victor Holloway started dating back in senior year of high school. She was now a Sophomore at Penn State University, and Victor (Vic as all of his friends knew him as) got a job as a welder. Vic was also a huge practical joker.

While Susie spread her long, lean body across the bed, she recalled an instance where Vic’s practical joking awakened feelings inside of her that she never knew she had. The previous year, Vic knew that Susie’s parents would not be home and that he would be going over to her house to fuck her. At this point in the relationship, Vic wanted to call it quits, and had devised a plan to get out of it in a blaze of glory.

He knew the alarm code for the house and had friends who could easily jimmy the lock on the back door with a credit card. Vic told them the code, informed them as to when the parents were leaving, and let them know when he was going to get Susie out of the house. Vic got Susie to agree to meet him at Tony’s Pizza for lunch before heading back to the house.

Everything went smoothly and according to plan, and when Ned, Ralph and Arnold got in the house, they were to hide in Susie’s bedroom closet. The closet had long narrow folding doors with small slits in them, and visibility of the bed was clear. One could also not see into the closet. After Vic and Susie finished lunch, they headed back to her place and almost immediately started at it.




They sucked face and rolled tongues hard, then soft. Alternating at a pace that started to make Susie drip with anticipation, soaking her panties. Vic moved down and started kissing her neck. Susie moaned in a guttural way, and it was at this point that Vic took his cue as he picked her up by the ass and carried her up the stairs with her legs wrapped around him.

As they entered the bedroom, he tossed her halfway across the room onto the bed like a rag doll. Vic started undressing and Susie did the same, but Vic told her to leave her socks, sneakers and bra on. He left his boots on as well for good traction. Vic took her and held her in the air facing him. His stiff cock was already in position to move in and he dropped Susie right on it.

“Holy shit!” Susie gasped. Once they had a good rhythm established, the synchronization continued for a while, before switching positions. He bent Susie over the side of the bed, all the while never pulling out. Vic rocked hard for another long while and announced he was on the verge. Susie pushed him off and knelt in front of him, looked up and said, “Let me feel it here!”

Vic exploded and caked Susie’s face, at which point Ned, Ralph and Arnold stormed out of the closet, and all of them including Vic yelled “Surprise!” Naturally, Susie was initially scared shitless, but after a moment realized that being watched without her knowledge turned her on incredibly. She kicked them out except for Vic who decided to stay behind and listen to Susie officially give him the ax. Instead she said. “It made me so hot knowing that your friends saw
the whole thing.

“It did?” Vic asked amazed.

“Oh God yeah.”

“Want to do a threesome?” Vic asked.

“For now I just want them to watch, but not from the closet.”





“It can be arranged.” He said. Since then they had an extremely open relationship. Just the thought of the first time made her wet. Just as she started to move down with her hand, there was a knock at the door. Vic never knocks on the door, she thought to herself

Susie quickly threw on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt and proceeded downstairs. As she approached the door she heard the sound of children laughing. Upon opening the door, a group of six or seven children dressed in outlandish garb shouted “Trick-or-treat!”

Susie did not go to classes today and in the midst of her reminiscent fantasy, she forgot it was Halloween. She hated Halloween. Trick-or-treaters bothered the shit out of her, and she thought that the evening she had planned would be filled with constant interruptions.

“Hi kids.” She said, faking enthusiasm for the kid’s sake. “Sorry. I don’t have any candy. I just ran out.”

“Ran out?! It’s only four thirty in the afternoon!” One of the young lads said defiantly. Almost immediately after the comment, a kid dressed as a skeleton hurled an egg at her, splattering it all over the front of her cheap T-shirt.

“You little bastards!” She screamed, then slammed the door. Then she heard a couple of eggs pelt the door behind her, and the fading laughter and glee of the little monsters. Susie closed the blinds in the front of the house and shut the lights to create the illusion of no one being at home. The phone suddenly rang. Jumping at the sound, she approached the phone as if it were a cobra ready to strike.

“Hello?” She said. Her voice a bit shaky.

“Hi babe” Vic said. Susie’s heart soared when she heard his voice.





“I’ll be a little late tonight, but not much. I got caught up at work, so I’ll show up in around half an hour.”

“Please hurry Vic. I’m starting to get the Halloween heebie-jeebies.”

“I’ll do my best to get out of here as soon as I can. Is there anything you want me to pick up before I come over?”

“Just you babe.”

“Bye.” Vic said.

“Bye sweetie.”

The phone clicked and Susie put the phone down softly, then listened to the silence in the dark house. It was deafening. She ran back upstairs and went to her room. She laid down and dozed off for a few minutes. The ringing of the phone woke her from her slumber. Susie picked it up on the first ring since the phone was right next to her bed.

“Hello?” She said in a whisper. No response. Only deep steady breathing “Vic?” Nothing. “Fuck you!” she screamed into the phone and slammed it down.

Susie figured that it was Vic or one of his buddies playing one of their practical jokes on her, especially during Halloween. At least she hoped it was one of them. What if it wasn’t? She started to get hungry. Susie always got hungry when she was nervous, and now she was very hungry. Upon entering the kitchen, which was spacious yet sterile, since her parents never cooked, she was surprised to see that it had been cooked in when she turned on the light. She saw that the stove had been used to cook what looked like a piece of meat of some sort, in a frying pan. Only the greasy remnants remained, but she could smell it for sure.






Now she was beyond freaked out and ran straight for her front door. When she opened it, Susie almost did not notice the severed foot on the doorstep..After being transfixed on the foot, she realized that it was a man’s foot. That was all she could make of it. Then the phone rang again. Susie was in too much of a state of shock to be frightened by it this time. Almost unconsciously, she walked from the threshold to the phone in the living room and picked it up.

“Yes?” she answered. Her voice trembling with fear and trepidation.

“Honey?” Vic said.

“Oh God Vic! Please come over! My God there is a severed foot on the front porch! I don’t know what’s going on. I need you here now!”

“I’m sorry Susie. I’ve just called to say good-bye.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

The next thing she heard was Vic screaming in anguish. It was the sort of scream that could not possibly be fake. It was a real genuine scream of anguish and suffering, from a very real source of punishment. It sounded as if he may be getting raped. She also heard another man in the background laughing with lunacy in his voice. Finally the phone went dead.

She went back to the front door. When she got to it, Susie remembered that it had been open all the time she was on the phone. Anyone could have snuck in and she would not have known, and now she was in some trouble since she lived a few miles away from campus in the Pennsylvania country, and she had been car pooling this week because her car was being serviced. Susie knew she was isolated and that her problems were just beginning.

When she looked down at the doorstep the foot was gone, and a note was in it’s place.




“Your boyfriend is a good footless fuck.” It said. Nothing more.

The rain was coming down harder now and the wind was kicking up. She assumed there would be no more Trick-or-Treaters tonight. She was surprised at the ones who showed up earlier and now wished they would come back. Even the company of those little shits would make her feel better than being alone. She closed the door and locked it. Using her cell phone to call her parents, who would not be home for hours, or anyone else was out of the question since she had no service where her house was.

Susie went to the house phone and tried to call her parents, but the line was dead as Micheal Jackson’s career. It had been cut, and the only way to communicate out was by her computer. The only thing was that she had dial-up, and since the phone line was severed, that would also be out of the question. The last possible resort Susie had was to venture out of the house and tread the mile or so to the nearest road and flag someone for help.

The thought and consequences of this were burning in her brain. Would he be waiting outside for her? If she did make it out to the road, would the person she flagged down be the one who was tormenting her? Susie felt paranoid, except that her fears were not based on false suspicion. There was a huge crash of thunder, and it was now getting very dark outside. Not only from the rain storm but from the natural occurrence of the sun disappearing like a helpless child drowning on the horizon.

Susie did not like guns, but this was surely a time that she wish she had one. Her father was a yuppie who did not believe in violence, though who would want to take the word of a yuppie since everything they stood for in the sixties is completely contradictory to how they turned out. She continued to stand at the foot of her stairs and think to herself: Guns are surely for pussies who are so insecure and full of fear that they need to have them laying around in order to feel safe. It does not help that the US government continually pumps it’s citizens full of fear on a daily basis in the news and through many other means. Plus any human being who pulls a gun on another totally helpless human being is the lowest form of rat shit that I can think of.




“Why am I thinking of this?” she asked herself out loud. She decided to go back into the kitchen, take some knives with her and run as fast as she could to the
main road for help. It was about a mile, but at this point it might as well be a thousand. Susie knew that someone was watching her, and she knew that someone wanted her to suffer in some unimaginable way. After collecting a large butcher knife from the kitchen, she went to the garage from the inside entrance of the house and grabbed a flashlight.

Susie stood in the garage for a moment and collected her thoughts and courage. She was ready to make the run and did not give a second thought about the rain. She did feel fortunate that she was not a princess type who never got her hands dirty. She could be tough if she had to. Susie opened up the garage door from inside. As it opened, the chains on it rustled and it creaked and moaned, and she felt like she was in a tomb that was being opened up to the cruel world. Upon it being opened, it also gave way to the view of darkness. Almost pitch black now, and only the sound of thunder and pelting rain to fill her mind.

Susie closed the garage and jetted out before the door closed. Then she walked a few feet and turned on the flashlight, half expecting the see the demented face of a madman looking at her with lunacy and brilliance in his eyes. Nothing. She
started walking, then trotting, and finally ran as fast as she could through the woods. It is not easy in the black of night and rain. After moving for about five minutes, she thought she should keep a steady walk instead.

“I cannot afford to break my ankle right now.” She said aloud to herself. Another thing that worried her was that it was much easier for a person to move in stealth throughout the woods when it was raining. With lumber and leaves matted down with water, they did not rustle and snap as they would if they were dry. That was good for her, but what if someone was following her out here? Plus Susie had the flashlight. It would not be hard for whatever was out there to see what direction she was going.






After what seemed like an eternity she saw a clearing where the road was. Susie stumbled out to it and tried to regain some of her composure. She hoped to God that a police car would drive by. No such luck. However, after a while of walking in the direction of campus, a gray Dodge pickup truck approached and came to a stop right next to her.

The driver opened his window and said “Car trouble?”

Without thinking, Susie jumped right in the truck and told the driver “Take me to the police station!”

“What’s the problem?”

“My boyfriend is dead and someone has broken into my house.”

“Hang on” the driver said.

Suddenly the truck was almost at full speed before turning down the dirt road that led to the back of Susie’s house.

“Why are you going this way?!” Susie demanded.

Then it became much too clear to her. This guy knew where she lived. When he pulled up to the front of her house another man came from nowhere wearing an Emmit Kelly mask and dragged her out of the car. A third man wearing a George Bush mask taped her mouth, ankles and hands.

“Happy Halloween bitch!” the man in the G.W. mask shouted. They took her inside the house up to her bedroom, and to Susie’s horror saw Vic nailed to the wall with huge metal slugs. Both his feet had been cut off and there was a knitting needle through his scrotum. His dead blank stare made Susie want to be
someplace else. Any fucking place than right here. Right now.





From behind she was thrown onto the bed and given an injection by the driver, while the men in masks held her still. Then they untaped her legs and pulled off her sweat pants and panties. The two men pulled each leg back and taped her ankles to the headboard. The pain of this was minimal for Susie, though she pretended to be in more pain hoping that these low class pieces of shit would have some sort of mercy on her. Suddenly she felt the effects of the injection and now she really did not feel pain. In addition she started to blackout.

She was awakened just in time to see a figure enter the room and decapitate all three men with a samurai sword. Then two other men entered. They untied Susie and being up close to them, she realized that it was Ned, Arnold and Ralph. Ned, Arnold and Ralph received the same call that Susie did with Vic on the other end of the line. Ralph knew Vic was on his way over here and wanted to check it out. He was a student of Judo and decided to take his sword for
insurance, in case this was not just a Halloween prank.

Moments later her yuppie parents came home to the carnage and terror and Susie’s father stood in the doorway of her bedroom with a dumbfounded look on
his face and sniveled ‘What happened?”

“Happy Halloween Dad.”
Story by:
Peter Cooper
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