Malin Akerman stretched her arms over her head, a gesture that summed up pure freedom. She couldn't help grinning mostly to her self, a gesture that summed up pure freedom. And a soft laugh out loud which was sure to attract some attention. As if her outfit hadn't already done that. Risquwould have been a good word for it. Or revealing. While she had resisted the temptation to cross the line into inappropriate or slutty, no doubt more than a few people had noticed the tightness of the top in all the right places, her shirt sturdy enough to be decent yet thin enough to not hide the fact she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. And more than a few had commented on the accidental indecency of the skirt. As if there was anything accidental about it. She had chosen the length very purposely. Just long enough to still be considered decent, yet short enough to convey a sensual decadence; each step promising a flash of her underwear if she just moved that little bit faster. An outfit that was likely to cause quite a stir if she was recognised. But that was what Halloween was all about, wasn't it. Dressing up as someone or something you weren't. Something the borderline raunchy witches outfit did just fine.

Along with the aforementioned tight top with flowing sleeves that gave an impression of a robe and short skirt surrounded by a belt of delicate silver links, Malin had completed the outfit with a long green wig that perfectly covered her short blonde hair, a tall floppy witches hat decorated with silver bats and stars, and thigh high black stockings over patent black boots. And a set of wide rimmed glasses with almost garish gold frames tucked high upon her nose. And a resin wand she had picked up cheap on eBay tucked into the belt that glittered in the low street lamps that added a appropriately spooky atmosphere. Which was just what she wanted.

Over the past few years Malin had grown bored of the celebrity Halloween circuit, all the parties and social events that were the same as every day for her. This year she had searched for something to shake things up a bit. A search that had brought her here, to this small sleepy village in the Midwest. Which was just what she had looked for. No huge parties, no celebrity galas with bright lights and loud music and even louder drinks as over the top as some of the outfits. No, just candy floss and toffee apples and warm cider served at the stalls in the village centre that served as a stopping off point for the streams of kids trick or treating with an abandon that would be dwarfed by the sugar rush to follow. She planned to check that out later. Right now, something at the edge of the village had caught her eye.

With its small front porch, wooden slat shutters, slightly cracked tiles on the roof and the equally cracked stone path that led towards the classic country style house, it was almost identical to dozens of other houses houses in the village. Expect for the sign outside crudely constructed from a heavy plank of wood fixed with two words cast in a mishmash of yellow and white light bulbs.


('Well well..a haunted house.' Malin mused those words out loud, her words quickly catching the attention of the young man, who cut a cutely attractive figure even under the white makeup of his vampire costume. 'Perfect for raising some money for a local good cause. I hope it can raise a few scares too.'

'I'd like to think it..' the young man's confident response faltered as his eyes fell on the face of the woman before him, eyes that for the moment weren't distracted by her outfit. Although he was sure that would come once he worked out what was bothering him. 'Sorry..it's just...wait..no..you aren't.'

'Aren't I?' Malin delicately tipped the glasses down her nose to flick him a quick wink. 'I'm impressed you recognised me under all of this.'

'Are you kidding?' The young man replied, not really believing this was happening, that he was actually talking with the actress he had crushed on since high school, obsessively following her work all the way up to his college years. 'I've always been a fan of yours and loved all of your work and you look..really hot.'

With a flush of embarrassed shame due equally to his babbling, the realisation of what he had just said and the combined effect of the outfit he had just noticed he trailed off shyly; almost unable to believe the one girl he had crushed on was standing here talking to him in an outfit so sexy he was surprised he hadn't torn his pants.

'Aren't you sweet.' Malin leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, the way her breasts brushed against him arm almost accidental. Almost. 'You like my outfit?'

'Umm...ye..yes.' He managed to stammer as Malin gave him a twirl, his eyes glued to the flash of white he saw beneath her skirt as she spun, leaving him almost certain he had her panties just for a second. 'You..don't really want to try my Haunted House..do you?'

'Are you saying I can't handle it?' Malin teased with a grin that could only be called flirty.

'Well..no...but...' He faltered again, thinking of the surprise the last room held. It was one thing to draw a few of the local girls into it, but allowing his crush to walk into it. He couldn't do that.

Oh yes, you could. Don't pretend you wouldn't like to see that.


Shut up. Eric snapped at the traitorous voice of temptation in his head. Only the thing is..it was true. He couldn't help imagining how she would look when she emerged. The only better thing being to see it for real.

'You don't think I can handle it?' Malin pressed again.

'No..I'm just surprised.' Eric admitted. 'I was hardly expecting anyone to have a try and the first person is..well..you. It's going to be 3 bucks please.'

'Here's five. Keep the change.' Malin plucked a crisp $5 note out from under her skirt, causing Eric to blush, being in no illusions over where she had kept that. 'Do I just go in?'

'Of course.' Eric tucked the note into his jeans and pulled open the door to a appropriately atmospheric squeak of hinges. 'Could you just leave your boots out here.'

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Despite the quizzical glance she shot him, Eric left her wondering about that as she stepped inside, her questions remaining until she stepped from the wooden porch outside to the smooth warm rubber surface inside. Her high heeled boots would have ruined it after a few steps after all. Which was true..but Eric had an ulterior motive for that decision. Malin was unaware of that though as she advanced with deliberate caution, watching with eagerness where her first surprise would come from. So far the room the other side of the porch looked as she had expected, a simple hallway stretching out before her with a series of open doors to her right. Yet it was the one to her left that was almost purposefully closed that caught her eye. And with good reason as it slid open with the same mock ominous creaking as the front door. Deciding to bite the bait, Malin slipped inside with her heart pounding a little. Something not eased by the sight of the darkened room before her.

'Good evening, madam. Please. Step inside.'

Despite her preparedness for this, Malin couldn't help jumping at the raspy voice that emerged from inside. Still, she put on a brave face as she strolled inside.

'Welcome..welcome. Please, come in. Your Chariot awaits.' The unseen figure said in a polite tone despite the affected rasp that clung to it, one arm extended from the hooded robe that obscured all of him or her to point directly at the lights that arose around the contraption that wouldn't have looked out of place at a Fairground. Or Fayreground maybe, given that those were the words written above the doorway narrow metal track ran through into the darkness that lay beyond, a darkness from which a carriage of sorts appeared, crudely fashioned into the shape of the jaw of a skull, the front surrounded by white wooden 'teeth.'

'A Ghost Train?' Malin had to admit to being impressed with the effort that must have taken as she climbed up into the slightly wobbly carriage. 'Cool.'

'Indeed.' The hooded and robed figure replied. 'Please keep your hands and arms inside the ride at all times. If you need anything, just scream. We won't hear you, but it will add to the atmosphere. Enjoy.'

'Thank you.' Malin just managed to say before the carriage jerked to life, the rattling wheels carrying her into the darkness that lay ahead. Darkness that surrounded her for two seconds before being broken by flickering and strobing lights alternating between flashes of pale green and harsh white while all around her a cacophony of wails and screams rose and trailed off over a wailing siren.

It was along this flickeringly lit course that Malin was rolled, those recorded wails leaping to a crescendo as 'skeletons' burst out of the walls on rails or 'ghosts' dropped out of the ceiling to sway on thin threads. Even the sudden rush of 'bats' swept past her head as a gust of air propelled shuttlecocks painted black with wings stuck to them failed to elicit more than a soft flinch. In fact, the only time she shrieked was a when a huge 'spider' leapt up onto the front of the carriage that had slid to a halt and sprayed her with a good jet of luminous pink silly string. All in all Malin enjoyed that prank, wiping the string off her hat and shirt as she was rolled to the end of the Ghost Train.

'Anyone here?' Malin called out as she stepped down from the carriage, having expected to be met by the same figure who had greeted her at the start. Instead she was greeted by an empty room with a slightly open door ahead of her. 'Guess not. Let's see what's through here.'

With a little tremor of anxious anticipation, Malin eased that door open with the expected obligatory creak to let her peer carefully into the corridor ahead of her. Not that she was really anxious, it was just the silence around her was a little eerie after the noise of the Ghost Train. Which perhaps was the point.

Seeing that everything looked clear, or as clear as she could make out in the dim light from the yellow bulbs spaced along the walls, Malin slipped carefully out into the corridor proper. Only to let out her first real shriek as something both clammy and slimy dropped into her shoulder, the unmistakable feeling of fingers closing on her shirt her making her leap away. Risking a glance back, Malin shrieked again as she saw the slime dripping monster that looked like a shambling mass of weeds and moss straining against the heavy barred doorway behind her. Not waiting around to see if these bars held, the slightly unnerved Malin broke into a light run down the corridor.

She stayed slightly unnerved until she crossed another doorway, her emotions spiking again with a scream of pure terror as she was grabbed by something large and fuzzy, powerful furry hands and arms dragging her into a firm embrace as something equally furry lunged at her. It was an embrace that didn't last more than a second, allowing the throughly freaked out Malin to scurry away as the creature that could only be a werewolf scampered after her with heavy, possessive pants until it was brought up short by the chain wrapped fastened to the heavy collar around its neck.

Malin saw nothing of this, her heart beating a thousand miles an hour as she raced away. Only when she had turned another corner did she slow to a halt, drawing in a few shaky breaths that turned into equally shaky laughs as she wiggled her stocking clad toes against the rubber underfoot. 'Glad I took my boots off. I think they would be ruined. They weren't made for running in. I wonder what's next?'

That impromptu question was answered as Malin took a few more careful steps forward along the increasingly dark corridor, the pale lights that had lit her way fading ahead of her. Until a fresh flare of light broke that darkness to cast a powerful light on the closed doorway before her.

'Look down?' Malin mused as she read the words suddenly projected before her, her eyes quickly cast down to see more words that had gone unnoticed on the floor underneath her feet.

'Should have looked up?' Malin read as she stepped back. 'Oh no.'

Those words came as Malin tilted her head backwards, then ducked hastily as she saw the already tipping barrel above her. Quick as her reactions were, she was still stood right below the gallons of pink tinged water that splashed around her, the warm liquid mixed with wriggly, slippery shapes she would discover later were plastic snakes. Right now Malin couldn't care less about that, darting forward before anything else came pouring down over her. She looked a right sight, her wig drenched and heavy against her hair, her top seeming even tighter than before and her skirt plastered to her legs.

Dripping wet and squelching with each step even as she took that with good humour, Malin tentatively made her way to the next room; once again carefully cracking open the next door. And once again she was greeted with darkness except for the single pool of light that illuminated the door that lay across the other side. Fully expecting that darkness to contain any number of mock terrors, Malin made to race across it as fast as she could. A plan that faltered as her stocking covered foot plunged into something thick and clammy. As if that wasn't bad enough, something fibrous and sticky brushed against her face. 'Ewww..yuck.' Malin mock complained as she brushed away the fake cobwebs, her complaint returning as she began to pick her way carefully through the muck filled room, more of the slimy sludgy mess clinging to her feet with each step. To say nothing of the cobwebs clinging to her hands and face.

'Girl.'

Malin froze as she heard that single uttered word behind her, almost not daring to turn yet compelled to anyway. What she saw froze her blood; fake or not, the assembled Horde of people in very realistic zombie costumes was enough to make her brake into an adrenaline fuelled dash. It was surely blind luck that meant she only slipped once, once steady feet whisked from under her to send her plunged prone into the muck. Not caring that she was caked from her hat down to her toes, Malin scrambled back to her feet and with the multitudinous cries of 'girl' almost on top of her, yanked open the door, dived through it and slammed it in the faces of the onrushing horde.

'Yuck.' Malin swept the muck out of her eyes as she muttered in relief, sure she would be laughing as her terror faded if only she had the breath for that. While it was easy enough to sweep her eyes clear of the cloying muck, there was little she could do for her outfit; utterly caked as it was in whatever she had plunged face first into. Which left her little choice to continue like this until she made her way out of here. She certainly was going to give Eric quite the eyeful when she did. Which maybe was the point. She was starting to get an inkling that maybe Eric got off on this kinda stuff. If he did, she would give him a show when she got out. 'I hope it dry cleans..I..oh boy.'

That thought trailed off as Malin looked over the room she had hurried into. The solid door at the end emblazoned with the word EXIT in bright green neon light might have been reassuring if not for what lay between her and it. Only now had she noticed the different texture underfoot, her stocking covered feet now resting on the cool loamy surface of slightly damp earth or soil. Soil that covered all of the room from wall to wall, the edges marked with a slightly rickety fence of stakes and thin string. It wasn't the edges that bothered her though, it was the low squat shapes that filled the middle of the darkened room that did that. Shapes that were unmistakably pumpkins.

'I do hope you don't bite.' Malin chuckled nervously as she began to pick her way through the creepy vegetable patch, her feet sinking into the soil with each careful step. Honestly, she had no idea what she was expecting to happen. Which just made her growing nervousness worse, her heart pounding louder and louder with each step. Trying her best not to watch the increasingly unnerving pumpkins, Malin kept her eyes locked on the door ahead of her, relief flooding her as her hand closed on the handle.

It was a relief that was short lived as she turned the handle, her blood filled with an icy terror. It wasn't the soft rattle as she tugged on the now obviously locked door that did it. No, it was the soft yet high pitched laughter from behind her that chilled her soul.

Almost afraid to turn and yet somehow unable to resist, Malin spun slowly on the spot until she was staring at the pumpkin patch behind her; a pumpkin patch that was staring back at her. It was a clever trick, each pumpkin or as she could see now model of pumpkin, carved with an evilly grinning face with bared teeth and slanted eyes that glowed a malevolent yellow in the darkness around her. A face that had been carefully turned away so as to be hidden from her as she walked past them unsuspecting. And she had fallen into this trap perfectly. Through some mechanism she couldn't understand, the host of pumpkins began to glide towards her in unnerving silence, leaving her trapped against the door that was still stubbornly and horrifyingly locked fast.

'Oh...just get it over with, you pervs.' She barked at the leering pumpkins.

And they did. She had no warning of what was about to happen. No chance to protect herself from the wash of orange Gunge that became her whole world; each pumpkin releasing a stream of slippery slimy goo from its mouth. Trapped against the door, Malin could only struggle and squirm as she was painted head to toe in the vibrant orange, ribbons and ribbons of the goo playing over her face, her stomach, her legs and breasts; sending gallons more wrapping around her helpless body to run down her barely skirt covered butt. Somehow her had stayed on through the overwhelming splurge, even before she threw her hands up to protect her face as best she could. It was useless of course, her hands just providing a funnel to direct the orange slop down onto her skirt which was now pressed against her legs with the heavy goo. The same couldn't be said of her glasses though, the first strike having knocked them clean off her face to be lost who knows where under the growing pool of slime around her feet. Right now, Malin was more concerned about her clothes. Or lack of them.

Before this evening had started, Malin wouldn't have thought she would regret not wearing a bra even with the cool air of the autumn night. But now, under this slimy onslaught completely overwhelming her shirt and seeping through to the skin underneath with oddly bizarre tingles on her bare flesh, Malin was regretting it just a little. At least the heavier material of her skirt had protected her panties from the touch of the rushing goo, which was a small mercy. Just a small one though as everywhere from her boobs to her shoulders and stomach and even the small of her back was feeling the kiss of the cool slime.

Something Eric no doubt would really be enjoying. Malin wouldn't have been surprised if he was watching this secretly somehow, perhaps getting off on her utter destruction at the hands of his over the top trap. It was a thought that raised a tingle of warmth in her panties; and with good reason. Overwhelmed as her body and mind was with new sensations and feelings, it was natural perhaps for her body to try and process those sensations. Sensations that, being not entirely unpleasant, had been translated into pleasure. Either that or she was getting off on knowing her humiliation was likely being watched.

And what a humiliation it was. While it was still somehow clinging stubbornly to her head, her hat was now sodden and floppy, the once proud peak almost bent double by the slime it had absorbed. Slime that was pouring over her head from inside to plaster her wig to her scalp and neck alike. Just like Malin was plastered against the door, that too was splattered with layer upon layer of slime. So much that she wouldn't have been surprised that when she stepped away there wouldn't be an outline of her against the door.

None of which changed the fact that she looked like a ducked witch; her clothes utterly skin tight, as much slime rolling of them as plopping over the brim of her hat, washing over her face even as the last hurrah of the sprays splashed against her. Blinded though she was, the volume of Gunge wasn't enough to block the sound of the door behind her suddenly being unlocked. While it was really far too late to save her from the mess plastered all over her, Malin still took the chance to flee while she could, yanking the door open to dash out into the cool night air; a choice she would have taken even if she had known the whole village would be watching.

Sadly that wasn't where she appeared. Of all the features he had added to his haunted house, this was the one Eric was most proud of. Mocking up the door Malin had just bolted through to look like an exterior door had taken a lot of work, leaving him counting on the twisting nature of the house to leave the disorientated as to where they were. Yet it had all been worth it to see the look on Malin's face as she dashed thorough it.


The first she knew something was wrong was when her feet hit not grass or wooden slats but more of the soft rubber that lined the rest of the house. By that point it was too late. None of that stopped Malin from trying to stop her headlong dash before she plunged into goodness knows what new trap that lay ahead. Funnily enough plunged was a very appropriate word. What she had hoped would be another full floor turned out to be little more than a short platform. Hoping desperately to stop her headlong dash, Malin stumbled to a halt. It was a valiant effort but ultimately futile. Her feet somehow stopped just on the edge of the platform. Yet her forward momentum was such that before she realised it, she had already overbalanced. Despite frantically waving her arms in a desperate fight to regain her balance, Malin could do nothing to prevent her sudden tumble from the platform.

The drop was so sudden that her hat and wig, both of which had made such a valiant attempt to stay with her had to surrender to the swift momentum and sailed of her head as she plunged to whatever lay below, her natural blonde locks visible for the long second of her downward arc. Malin didn't even have the time to scream before she landed with a sound somewhere between a splash and a splat, her flailing legs surrounded by something thick and sticky. And very very black.

The force of her fall was so great that Malin's instantly plunged under the tar like surface, all of her vanishing into the black muck to be surrounded by the heavy slime that easily penetrated the limited protection of her clothing. Barely a second later Malin arose, spluttering and foundering and looking like a walking oil slick. If her outfit hadn't been ruined before, it certainly was now. All the details of her costume lost beneath the thick black sludge in many ways. Her head, being the only bit of her that could be seen floating above the glossy goo, was as slathered as the rest of her; the gunk surrounding all of her now, even pressed into her once pristine panties.

Unknown to Malin, Eric had had the whole placed rigged with cameras and would very much enjoy watching later in glorious slow motion how her skirt billowed up just before she hit the slime, giving him a glorious glimpse of her panties before the brilliant white knickers where swamped by the Gunge below her.

Malin was unaware of all of this, feeling only the slime rippling over her breasts and pressing against her thighs and stomach and butt and between her legs. Especially between her legs, oozing through her completely overwhelmed underwear to ease against her sex.

Trying to ignore the sensations that slippery touch invoked, Malin dared to lift her arms to, with limited success, wipe her eyes clean. While she wasn't completely successful, it gave her enough to vision to see she was floating in a pool or pit about ten feet wide, of which she had plunged almost directly into the middle of the rippling black surface. Floating with no way to get out, the walls around her perfectly smooth.

Until that is a rope landed with a splat before her, flinging little droplets of goo onto her face. Already utterly slimed that mattered little to Malin who closed her hands around the sturdy loops placed there just for that purpose before a sharp tug signalled her rise out of the pit. Steadily the powerful winch, which wasn't the only thing hidden in the ceiling, lifted the dripping Malin clear of the goo until she was face to face with a shyly grinning Eric.

'I did try to warn you.' Eric said sheepishly as he looked over her black coated body, his sudden shift pointing almost pointedly to the sudden bulge in his pants.

'You did. And you got me good.' Malin admitted with a cheeky grin if her own. 'Can you get me down? I'd love to get a shower.'

'I can..but..' Eric paused to offer an apologetic grin. 'It's..not quite over yet.'

'What..no.' Malin shrieked as she almost instinctively gripped the rope tighter. It was a good instinct that braced her against the torrent of black Gunge that enveloped both the rope and the screaming celebrity alike. Given how slimed she already was, the sheer volume added insult to injury and the some, leaving her little more than a dangling black blob before the winch released to send Malin plunging back into the goo below. For the second time Malin vanished beneath the rippling surface, still disturbed from the gallons of goo dumped into it, rising again with a huge wave of black slime that was little more than a fraction of the goo dripping from every inch of her body.

High above Eric allowed himself another satisfied grin. As much as this had gone better than he had hoped and provided him with a video he would treasure for ever, he was really going to have to try to invite her back next year.

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A belated upload of a story that came along at just the right time. Maybe it was the Halloween Spirit that grabbed me, maybe just a lucky strike of inspiration that worked well with a seasonal twist. Who is to say. It was fun to play around with something a little different. I've also got some variants of this theme in my head, so maybe you will see some of those in the future.

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