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Halloween Tales: The Feast Part 1

(I'm feeling working)

The air in the car was growing chill. Lewis Robertson stopped the tapping noise he was making with the envelope on the steering wheel. Angrily, he tore the card from the envelope and re-read the words of the invitation.

On the front was a cartoonish picture of a ghoul, and in the voice bubble above his head were the words, "Come to a Halloween party!" Inside was an address. Lewis checked for the hundredth time to be sure the address inside the invitation matched that of the building he was parked before; they were the same. He tossed the invitation to the passenger seat of his car.

He stared at the front of the building for a while longer. It was one of many abandoned warehouses along the waterfront, though not in as bad of repair as most. Still, there were no other cars here, and he had seen no sign of other people in the half hour he had sat in front of the old building.

Was it a joke? He wondered.

He hadn't wanted to come to any damn party anyway. He hadn't wanted to do anything for the past month except stay in his dark house and be left alone. He didn't need to work anymore, Beth's life insurance had paid the mortgage as well as all the other bills they had accumulated in their five years of marriage. And the policy they had taken out on little Brandon only two months before had been enough to pay the funeral expenses for both of Lewis's loved ones.

Lewis stopped that train of thought, afraid if he stayed on it he would begin crying again. He didn't want that; recently it had become too hard to stop the tears once they began. He thought instead of his mother and how she had nearly forced him to come to this nonexistent party.

"You haven't left the house in weeks," she had scolded. "This is a golden opportunity to get out and mingle with friends. You need that."

"How do I know this party is being given by any of my friends?" Lewis argued.

"Why else would you have been invited?" She countered. She had nagged until Lewis finally gave in and agreed to attend the party. He knew his mother was only concerned about him being shut up alone and brooding over the accident. She had made the red devil costume he was wearing.

"Shit!" He muttered as he suddenly threw open the car door and stepped out of the vehicle. "Might as well be sure it's just a damn joke." He slammed the door, then straightened his wiry tail behind him, pulled the red mask over his face, and strode determinedly toward the door of the warehouse. A brisk wind brought the gooseflesh out beneath the thin material of his costume. From the other side of the warehouse Lewis could hear the steady rhythm of the river slapping against the pilings. Thin fingers of fog drifted toward him, curled around his legs like lovers, and then broke apart to reform behind him.

Knock? Or just go in, if the door is unlocked? Lewis reached out and jerked on the door's handle. The wooden door opened with a groan of protest. Lewis quickly stepped inside and let the door close behind him. He was in an office. Another door faced him from the other side of the room. Lewis stepped to it and pulled it open as well. It led into the warehouse itself, and as it closed behind him, Lewis realized he was alone except for two tables in the center of the vast, dimly lighted storage area. He reached behind him for the door handle, ready to leave, angry at himself as well as his mother.

"Lewis, there you are," a hand came down on his shoulder and held him. The grip was cold and heavy. Lewis turned his head to face a tall, muscular man dressed as a Greek warrior. The man smiled, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Do I know you?" Lewis asked.

"Not yet," the man answered. "But we'll have a while to get to know one another."

"Am I the first to get here?" Lewis tried to grin.

"No, you're late. But you're the guest of honor, so it doesn't matter. As long as you're here."

"But I don't see anyone else," Lewis protested.

"Your eyes will adjust."

"Who are you?"

"Who do I look like?"

"I don't know," Lewis answered. "Hercules, or Achilles maybe."

"Odysseus, my friend, Odysseus."

"Okay, fine, but who are you really?"

"Does it matter?"

"I'd like to know."

"You'll know later, though by then I doubt you'll care about me."

"But--"

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