Halloween in New York starts with the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade. That’s when the real partying begins.
The parade starts around 7pm and stretches from Canal Street to 15th Street in Manhattan.
I love it. It’s my favorite parade.
Last year I went as a skeleton and my sister as a clown.
It was fantastic.
It’s in a few days and I still haven’t decided what costume to wear.
I also have to get some pot. I smoked the stash that I had. And I don’t want to have the same problem that I had last year.
Last year, I waited too long and all the drug dealers that I knew sold out.
All the young people buy pot for Halloween. It’s part of the tradition. And I always wind up at a Halloween party. And the magic dragon’s smoke always makes the occasion more festive.
I was outside of the Life Rock night club. And I knew the bartender inside. He was a bartender who sold drugs on the side. Or he was a drug dealer that bartended on the side. Either way… he sold pot. And good stuff. Not the stuff mixed with oregano, or parsley… or whatever.
This stuff came from California. Where they also make wine and have all those beautiful vineyards. They have a good reputation for producing good wine and weed.
I knew the bouncer, and he let me in. He knew what I was there for.
But Leonard wasn’t there. They told me that he left early.
A young woman approached me and said, “You smell so good.”
It must’ve been from the pot that I was smoking earlier. It has a nice fragrant smell that clings to you. I smell just like burning weed.
She was really good looking. She wore soft black mascara, and pink lipstick. And had on a tight-fitting black dress and black high heel shoes. And black stockings. Wow!
She had an hourglass shaped body.
I wiped the saliva from my mouth. I was drooling.
I didn’t know what to say. I asked, “Do you sell pot?”
She smiled and said, “No! But I know two guys a few blocks from here that do.”
We left the club together and walked three blocks. As we were walking, I was hoping that I would get lucky tonight. She was gorgeous.
We went down an alleyway, and there they were… the two drug dealers.
She asked them, “Doesn’t he smell nice.”
“Delicious,” said one of the male drug dealers.
The other guy said, “Yummy.”
I started blushing.
Was I dreaming? Was I hallucinating? Was I smoking bad weed earlier? As I approached the two drug dealers, I noticed that they had fangs, and their eyes were blood red.
And the beautiful woman… her nails had grown. They were now each four inches long. And they were black and ugly looking. She could definitely use a manicure. And I noticed that she had a forked tongue like a snake. It was split down the middle.
And her arms looked like a bat’s wings. And she no longer had any legs. She was wiggling her fat body on the ground. That’s how she moved. She was changing her form right before my eyes. She was enormous.
I must be hallucinating. It comes from all the weed that I smoke. They say that you shouldn’t smoke three or four times a day… but I do. And this is one of the benefits. Sometimes you hallucinate.
She grabbed a hold of me, and I couldn’t break free. She was as strong as an ape. And had really bad breath. It smelled like a rotting corpse.
I was frightened. This was no hallucination.
I started laughing. She was tickling my neck with her forked tongue. Was she tasting me?
She threw me to the ground. She was about to jump on top of me and crush me.
The two drug dealers were standing next to her. They had ghoulish grins on their faces.
The story will be continued in Count Vampiro 2
Photo by David Knieradl on Unsplash
Fictional stories by John Saccone 
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