An American Horror Story, The Masked Monsters
This is not a story for the faint of heart. This is a true and sinister story, a story to remind you that monsters exist indeed and walk quietly among us.
So hold on tight, wherever you are, and proceed with caution.
Here is a chilling tale to send goosebumps down your spine.
On a misty and unusually warm Halloween night, two sisters went out to strut at a night club dressed as Pocahontas and Princess Jasmine. They danced and danced and laughed all night. They seemed to be having the most fun out of everyone there.
They decided to leave that dead dance floor and visit the old strip club they used to work at, and say hello to the owner, the house moms and some of the girls they still know.
The strip club was decorated so vibrantly with different colored neon lights than usual and Halloween decorations laced all along the velvet walls.
The owner was so excited to see them that he let them have their own VIP section to enjoy the night. So they danced even more, twirling around the pole and diving head-first into the champagne and strawberries sent over from their friends behind the bar.
In the section next to them, two boys heard them laughing and could tell they were having a great time so they came over and introduced themselves. The girls were feeling their champagne by then, and they were relaxed, so they invited the boys to join them in their fun.
The boys were delighted and ordered another bottle of champagne for the four of them to share. They seemed like the perfect pair of gentlemen, not dressed in costume but dressed to kill nonetheless.
The boys made great conversation and treated the girls to whatever else they wanted from the bar. Then, one of the boys decided to invite the girls out to another club, “Not too far away.” he mentioned.
So the girls agreed, thinking it would be spontaneous fun, especially since these guys had been so enticing.
One of the boys offered to drive so they could all take one car …since it wasn’t far away.
It made sense to the girls, and they obliged. At the new club, everything seemed fine at first. There were more drinks that arrived, although the girls did not see where from.
As they waited on the bottle the boys said they had ordered, the two sisters sipped their mystery drinks served in white plastic cups.
It was only 15 minutes later that Pocahontas started to realize how fuzzy she felt, that something wasn’t quite right with the drink in her hand. So she stopped and asked where the bottle was that they ordered.
The tallest boy leaned over and said to her that they’ve discovered the club has no food, and they were thinking of getting food with the bottle.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked with a sinister smile she never noticed before. However, now that he mentioned it, both of the girls realized that they could also go for a bite to eat.
So they all got back in the car and as the music turned up even louder, Pocahontas realized that she didn’t know where they were going. She never asked.
Not long after, they pulled into a Waffle House parking lot, and a tiny wave of relief came over her. Pocahontas got out of the car with one of the boys, went inside and found two seats at the bar.
All of a sudden, she saw the car that brought them there drive off with her sister inside. Her heart sunk.
“Are you okay lil mama?” asked the cook. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.” Pocahontas replied in a complete state of shock. She froze, trying to sort through what could possibly be happening in that moment.
“Is your friend coming back?” She asked the remaining boy. He reassured her that he was, and that he was texting him on the phone right then and there. She called her sister’s phone but it went straight to voicemail, three times.
Pocahontas took off her feathered headband and waited for what seemed like the entire night, but after only ten minutes the boy offered to drive her to where her sister had made a pitstop request.
“I don’t think she would do that”, she thought, but she also decided to take the risk because all she wanted to do was get back to her sister. So they got into a car that happened to be in the parking lot ready for them to drive.
As they pulled away from the Waffle House, she knew that something was terribly, terribly wrong, and as they drove, her heart sank even deeper into her belly. She knew she was in danger.
That’s when the boy drove into an old, salmon-colored apartment complex and told her that they would wait for the others there, inside his place.
She knew that he was lying. She knew she had been taken.
At that moment, she was grateful that she didn’t finish the drink at the second club.
She was now in survival mode. She agreed to come inside and he led her up a flight of stairs and into a studio lined with blue neon lights. The unmade bed was centered in the middle near a kitchenette and one big, dirty fish tank in the corner on the other side near a bathroom.
The only other light came from a television that was already on when they walked in. She wasted no time and got down onto the bed where she allowed him to kiss her, and kiss her and continue kissing all over her body as she shook.
Next, he pulled her panties down and pulled her skirt up to kiss between her thighs. She allowed him to do this, because she had already decided that the safest way to get him to take her home was to make sure he was pleased. “Please the monster.” she said to herself.
So he kissed her even more passionately and started to rub himself, pulling down his pants and jerking himself off. He continued to kiss between her thighs, and eventually led his lips to her vagina.
It wasn’t long after he reached there, that he was fully satisfied and finished. Pocahontas took a long breath out for the first time in what seemed like hours.
He left to clean himself off in the bathroom and bring her a glass of water and warm towel. His gifts seemed to scorch her hands when giving them with his mask off.
“Hey, how about you just drop me off to my place and my sister can meet me there.” She finally uttered, in the smallest, most innocent way possible.
He agreed. She knew he would. So she gathered her panties and purse from the corner of the bed and calmly walked back down the stairs and into his car.
She also lived in an apartment complex, so she wasn’t afraid of him knowing the building and she was sure she’d never see him again.
When she arrived at her front door her knees started to buckle. She realized that she had survived something horrible that could have been even more so.
Once inside, she waited for her sister to call her phone, because she still had not. She waited curled up in a corner, knees pressed against her chest. Her mind leapt and spiraled over and over with questions.
How could she not see the monster’s face when he appeared? How could she not see behind the mask? Why didn’t she scream?
She blamed herself, surely, but if you are reading this story, maybe you can imagine what this monster may look like and keep a keen eye out for him as he and his dark friends are on the loose even till this day.
May your daughters, sisters, cousins and lovers all be protected from monsters such as these.
Watch out behind every shadowy corner, because it was all too easy for this kind of monster to roam freely in under the cloak of night.
