This is my entry into the "Halloween Story Contest." Please note that all characters in this story are all over 18 years of age. Please rate and vote on this story at the end. All comments are requested.
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Chad was making his way down the hallway when—
"Hey, Dad!" his daughter suddenly jumped in front of him, having been in wait.
"Hey, Brittany," he returned her surprise greeting, though not as enthusiastically, after recomposing himself.
Giggling, the girl asked, "Did I scare you?"
"No, you just leapt out of nowhere—"
"That reminds me," her words became soft and she stood with her shoulders up, holding her hands at her chest, where her father knew already that she wanted something. "You know how Halloween is coming up?"
"Yeah, it's only a few days from now. Why?"
"Daddy...!" the strawberry blonde begged, batting her eyelashes and tilting her head to the side.
"What do you want, Brittany?" he hoped it wasn't to see a boy.
"Well, I was just thinking," she looked to the floor, kicking her shoe leisurely across the carpet, "that... since Halloween is coming up, and I have nothing to do, and my friends have nothing to do, that we should..." the eighteen year old spoke swiftly as she added, "I don't know, maybe have a party."
"A party?" the single parent thought it over. "I don't know, Brit. When would this be, and who would chaperone it?"
"I was thinking here... tomorrow night? And we'd totally be okay by ourselves, I promise."
Chad guffawed at his daughter's attempt to go wild with her high school hooligans at his household unsupervised. "No, I don't think so, sweetheart, but maybe in another year, when you're an adult. Plus, you know my friend is throwing his Halloween party tomorrow—"
"What don't you like about it, then, huh?" she got close and touched his hand, trying to win his favor. "Is it the time, the place, or is it because no one would be here to watch us, because, if you're worried about that last thing, why don't
you
host the party? See, then, problem solved."
"Uh..." the dark haired man really didn't want to miss out on his friend's locally famous costume party, but he gave in. "Okay, okay, fine, but no drinking, a minimum number of boys, and you and your friends have to be under my watch the entire night, got it?"
"Thank you, Daddy!" Brittany sprung forward to hug her father, laying kisses at his cheeks. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...! This is going to be the best Halloween ever!"
"I don't know about that, but shouldn't you be heading off for school by now?" he pretended to check his watch.
"Hey, I hope that's not who you're dressing up as, because you're a terrible joker. I just got off school, silly."
"Hah, it's not like you're any better. You definitely take after me there."
Sprinting off to her room, the excited teen shouted, "I have to go call Sarah!"
"Hey, no running in the house, young lady," Chad scolded.
"Sorry, Dad..."
The following day, Brittany invited her friends over. They would all come in themed dress for the holiday, and this gave Chad himself the opportunity not to let his own costume go to waste. He'd be the Incredible Hulk, which he was muscular enough to pull off, using a shredded pair of jeans as the shorts, and then green body paint to complete the ensemble. However, the stuff took so long to put on, but after getting a third of the way through, there was no turning back. After what seemed like forever, the single father becoming nervous as he already heard music and commotion coming from downstairs, he was finished and went down to serve as their responsible overseer.
"Wow, Brittany's dad, I didn't know you were so swoll," exclaimed a fair, ivory-blonde teenager upon his arrival, who wore a white dress and had her hair tied back in a single braid.
"Hey, Kate," he gave his salutations to one of his daughter's closest friends. "Uh, I have no idea what the hell you just said, but thanks, I think. Who are you supposed to be?"
"I'm Elsa," she announced. "...You know, from Frozen."
"Oh, right," the man now recognized it, though didn't quite remember the corset, lingerie, or garter from the movie. "Would you know where I can find my daughter?" he then inquired, observing the sea of mingling teens filling his house.
"Just look for a red dress," the chaperone was told.
Keeping this in mind, Chad went to the punch bowl, figuring this spot to be a good place to scout the area from. Since he was shirtless, not to mention single, in a room full of young girls, he almost felt like a pervert. This feeling subsided when he was relieved that the female to male ratio was in his favor, lest any fishy business happen under his nose. He couldn't, however, see his kin anywhere. On top of that, the partyers who would've otherwise been familiar weren't, for a lot of them wore masks or found other ways to masquerade their obvious identities.
A smiling Princess Jasmine approached, an olive skinned, midnight haired beauty in a curve-fitting blue dress, saying, "Damn, Mister B, do you mind being swollested? Because... damn!"
"Sarah, don't swear or I'll tell your mother," she was warned. "But what's with this 'swoll' shit that I keep hearing about?"
"It means you're shredded, man, like totally jacked—swag. How many times do you hit the gym? I mean, you obviously lift."
"...Regularly," the dark haired man stared blankly at the teen girl and her bizarre antics. "Do you know where—"
"That's pretty legit, B-man. I gym it regularly myself, can you tell? Maybe I don't pump the iron like you can, but I stay fit." With that, she presented her body, striking a pose, though the gentleman, much older than she, diverted his eyes.
"Uh, that's nice... S-girl, but I'm looking for Brittany."
"But I thought we were having a conversation?" the raven-headed princess crossed her arms.
"If we were, Sarah, I honestly didn't understand any of it," he confessed, confused by the estranged generation he found himself amidst.
"Whatever, she's over there."
In the direction he was pointed towards, he saw the radiant, sun-kissed complexion of his daughter in between passing bodies. Making his way through the crowd of high school students, he caught a glimpse of her outfit. She'd red lips, a red dress, and red pumps, holding a similarly colored plastic cup of punch, with white stockings adorning her long, slender legs. Chad knew immediately that the strawberry blonde personified Jessica Rabbit, but he was disconcerted. His disconcertion was firstly prompted by the provocativeness of her costume, knowing that, or at least back in his day, she'd be described as 'fuck-able', and that bothered him. Secondly, he finally reached the epiphany that... there wasn't a single boy at this party. This left him in a bit of a crisis, because, if his daughter was provocatively dressed, though there weren't any potential threats to take advantage of this, was it wrong?
"Brittany," he addressed her by name once he reached the girl in question.
"Hey, Daddy, you're—"
