Ghouls crawl; ghosts hover; the graveyard gates creak as they open.

It is Halloween, the essence of the dead, now alive and released.

On the local park bench, a tongue brushes a nipple.

Fingers claw, urgent touches; feverish kisses.

His cock plunges her depths, a groan; their hot panting breath fills the air.

She screams her orgasm complete. No, it’s a ghostly apparition.

A ghoul grabs them, their bodies ridged with fright; the graveyard beckons.

The squeaky gates close behind them, and they descend into the underworld.

Two lovers lost; two recruits for next year’s Halloween graveyard shift.