Where does Halloween candy come from? (Edited)
October 31, 6:33 P.M.
Halloween, time for little boils and ghouls to leave their human husks behind to search for sweet things to eat, door to door, ding to dong, the little children run, giggling and smiling with bags of candy over their shoulders. Trying to keep up with their little friends. Children look from door to door, for candy and toys. They'll throw aside the apples with razors, toss away the pennies, and only eat away at pure sweet sugar. The witches cackle, and the candles in the pumpkins will crackle, the sun seeps down, no longer keeping watch over her innocent beings, now the moon watches, letting things from their graves to snack as well.
Now the fun begins, as evil faces and sinister beings, disguised as happy clowns, and funny faced ghosts.
"Trick 'r Treat!" the children would shout, as their little pillow bags are filled with treats,
"what's up with this candy?"
an older boy named Max took off his ghoulish mask that was his "costume" and searched through his bag; unlike younger children, older kids can't appreciate the smaller things in life, not even small candy, "I know a place where you can get the best." his partner in crime, Paul said, "follow me."
With their masks back on they walk through the neighborhood, passing houses with pumpkins and hangmen, witches and ghosts, "How far?" the boy impatiently asked, "Not far man, ease up" they came to up to a little shop, not too big nor too small, not run down or even luxurious at all. It was just plain, "Belle's Sweet Shoppe" was titled in red cursive above the door. Max was weirded out by the shop, "really? A candy shoppe, Paul?"
Paul looked at him with a laugh, "what's wrong? You're man enough to wear a costume and go trick'r treating but your not man enough to walk into a candy shoppe which gives out better candy then the Smiths?"
Max rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
The two boys walked into the shop, the slight dinging of the silver bells that singled someone was entering, the shop was a strange for a ordinary candy shop, "you sure this place isn't closed…?" Max commented, staring at the red hand prints on the windows that were probably "Decorations", "She never closes on Halloween."
"Wait, 'she' ?"
"Yes, 'she' ! What did you think?"
"Is she some sort of ol'spinster?"
"She's hardly old." Paul used his hands to trace an hour glass figure in the air,
"yea right,"
"Don't believe me?" he rings a dining bell,
Max paused for a few moments, looking around for what was he suppose to expect, he looked back at his friend with a 'are you serious' on his face, "oh ha ha, What was suppose to come out? A southern Belle?"
Then a faint, feminine, Souther sounding voice appeared, "You guessed it, child."
Max nearly crawled out of his skin and jumped across the room to his companion. After regaining his posture he looked and saw her. Standing out from the shadows in leather walker boots, a 5'6" woman, with an hourglass figure and the most gorgeous legs a runner could lust for, her eyes were like pools of shining ponds in the moon light, her features belonged to a barbie but her complexion was no plastic, this is Ms.Annie Belle, the owner of Belles sweet shop. The boy could stare at this woman's beauty for days, Paul had to smack out his senses to get him to stop gawking; only thing that was still staring was his dropped jaw.
the lady gave a little giggle with a school girl like smile as she walked towards the boy and put her delicate hand with oval shaped nails under his chin and raised it up to keep it closed, "you can catch more flies with honey then saliva." Max nodded without a word, trying to regain his cool.
"What can I do for you boys?" the female said putting her hands on her hips, Paul looked to his comrade and shook his head at him, clearing his throat he replied, "I told my friend here about your awesome treats and he refuses to believe me."
Max stared back at his friend making the cut throat signal to stop talking, "Oh really?" the woman quirked her petite eyebrow, Max gave out a nervous laugh, "w-w-well what really h-h-happen was-" cutting him off, Paul wrapped his arm around his poor stuttering friend, "If it's alright, can we try some of your famous candy?"
Belle gave out a little chuckle, "on the way." with a sway of her hips, the attractive figure disappeared around a corner to her kitchen which was the H.Q. for her sweets. Max looked at his buddy, still stunned and gesturing to the attractive woman that just stepped out, "I know, what a looker right?" Paul replied to his friend, Max, who was still gawking at what just happened.
Belle came back with a plastic Jack 'o lantern bowl filled with red candy that she made, she gave an innocent smile and stretched her arms out with the bowl to the two boys, "enjoy~! This is a new kind of treat that I made so please be critical."
Paul nudged Max with a smile, "don't be so shy." he reached for wrapped red sphere of sugar and began to unwrap it, "something just doesn't feel right…" Max took a piece and after unwrapping it he popped it in his mouth.
"Sweet dreams~" Annie said out of the blue leaving the two in confusion, "huh-" all of a sudden, blackness was all they could see and a thud was all they could hear.
Max felt like he slept for a whole week, as he awoke, his vision was fadey for a minute, only seeing blobs of red and brown, he was unable to move his limbs for some reason because they were restrained by something, but what was it, then their was was that smell; like a pile of decaying road kill was set in a corner of a room.
Max face was in disgust as his nose inhaled the terrible smells of the dead, "P-Paully…" he was shaking his head trying to get the thoughts of what he was smelling and trying to get his vision to be cleared again, "…Paul…" he kept shouting his friends name like it was a question, "Pau-!" the look gf horror on his face…
empty eye socket of a face that was freshly killed, the torso of a body had been split open, lungs were like veiny deflated balloons, the heart was stabbed multiple times, you could see the guts and organs sprawled out of the corpse, further down the legs were skinned, clean off. Mouth was left open, letting crimson liquid flow out and letting flies and insects swim around using the tongue as a place for rest. Max, could not even scream as the fear of seeing a mutilated corpse to this extreme was enough to make someone vomit out their own stomach.
"diverting isn't it?"
the familiar sounding voice, the soft sounding but still energetic female voice, "he was a joy, to toy." A squeaky cackle came from the voice, the teen turned his head and saw the familiar hourglass figure and he was filled with confusion and horror:
standing with blood stained walker boots, five foot and six inches tall, hour glass figure with gorgeous legs being covered by patch stitched stockings, freshly skinned. Her pail skin tone was highlighted with red crimson splashes and spots. To make up for those high lights of red were her bright blue eyes and her black as the night hair with golden bangs. To cover the front of her body was a black leather apron that had been died red from the thousands that were probably killed like the corpse Max just saw. She gave a toothy grin, not toothy, fangy! All her teeth were that of a predator; parting those teeth she spoke, "What's wrong, cutey, Belle got your tongue?" confused, Max tried to speak…but he couldn't, all you could hear coming out was gurgling. Even more confused he couldn't feel the motion of his tongue, HE HAD NO TONGUE!!!!
Max was trying to figure out what was going on until he saw, in the girls soft looking hand, a piece of budded meat, in the shape of a…oh God, it was his tongue! HIS TONGUE!!!!!
Belle dropped the tongue in a bowl of other meats and gave out a witch like cackle as she leaned over on Max and lightly traced his chest, "I must say you're friend was so much fun to play around with" she pointed at the corpse with Max's eyes staring back at it, "Paul was it?" she shrugged, "I never remember their names when they die, I grow bored so easily."
She made Max look at her, "You're gonna resolve my boredom, since you're such a nice boy." Max tried to retaliate but could only get out sounds, "That's a good boy!" she said standing on one leg, clapping her hands in joy, "Best part is, you're gonna learn, 'Where Annie Belles candy comes from', won't that be fun?" she waited for a answer from the boy who couldn't answer with his "disability", Belles face frowned with a quirked eye brow, "I said." Grabbing his jaw, digging her nails his face, "Won't. That. Be. Fun???" Max grunted in pain and nodded, making Belle loosen her grip, "good~."
she walked away, swaying her hip and fighting the draw strings on her apron, "Hopefully we'll still have time to cook up all the treats before the kiddies go back home" she brought over a silver push cart, on a white towel were tools: organized in size and length, "I hope you don't mind, these tools I had to use because your friend broke a couple of my good ones." she pouted.
She reached for a pair of yellow rubber gloves that stretched all the way to her upper arms and sterilized them, "no touchy, I'm sterile, oh wait, YOU CAN'T EVEN GET UP!!!" she cracked up at her own terrible joke and came back to her senses and approached Max who struggled, "oh yay! I love it when they struggle." With that she reached for a well sharpened scalpel and stabbed his legs, letting poor max scream like a suffering animal, "stop wiggling! I'm trying to skin here!" she then got annoyed as she was trying to make perfect cuts but her eye began to twitch and grabbed a syringe and jabbed it into his thigh; Max began to lose all feeling in his legs, "much better~." Belle began to make incisions in the first leg make sure she gets all the way down to the ankle, the sedative only lasted a 20 minutes before Max could regain a little feeling, "Abracadabra!" Belle pulled the flesh off both the legs showing the bright red muscles and tendons of her victim making Max scream louder then he had ever screamed.
Belle, acting as if nothing had happened, hung the leg skin over a wire, She turned back to Max and casually walked over to his legs and started stripping the fresh red meat off the legs until all was left was bone, "whoops, hit an artery." blood began to spew,
"looks like I'll have to make this short…" she said with a groan, and stabbed Max in the stomach and pulled the knife upward to stop above his diaphragm, and made three more horizontal cuts, "Well built huh?" Belle commented and pulled the abdomen open.
the for the next 40 minutes, the sadistic woman collected the organs from Max; now dead from blood loss. "You know you were actually my favorite." Belle began talking to the body like it was still alive, "You were on my list for a while and every time I tried to find the right moment, and now, here you are." She stuck her lower lip out, "But you died to quickly."
picking up the bowl of organs, "Thanks for sticking around Maxwell." she kissed his cheek, "You're a real…scream." she cackled and left the corpse to dry out.
going to the kitchen, Belle set the organs next to a severed head, she turns to you and says with a gentle but sadistic smile, "And that's where candy comes from~."
