Boston Halloween Massacre Ch. 22

For those of you who have not read my 76,000 word, (70,000 words without repeating the chapter endings in the beginning of next chapter and after removing ending of chapter asking for your vote) Boston Halloween Massacre story, this is the last chapter. For those of you who are fans of mine and who read most of what I write, because of the character development of Sarah, Julie, Maryanne, and Anthony, this is one of the best pieces that I have written here. This work ranks up there with Love So Young (my personal favorite), Reluctant Billionaire, Computer Knockout, and With Help From Michael O'Leary.

Although, I recommend you read from the beginning of Boston Halloween Massacre, below is a recap of the story that will catch you up on the previous 21 chapters should you not want to take the time to read them. This recap will allow you to make sense of this last chapter.

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In 1691, mainly because she had red hair and was strikingly beautiful, Sarah was deemed a witch, tried and convicted in Salem, Massachusetts during the Salem Witch trials, and burned at the stake in Boston. She was innocent, of course, and now with every bad, blue, full moon that occurs in Boston on Halloween each nineteen years, Sarah returns to take her vengeance on those people with the similar mean spirits of those who murdered her.

Good Christians one and all, she is summoned from her world to this world and attracted to those who have overwhelming emotions of hate, the last emotions she felt from those puritanical Pilgrims, Calvinists Christians, Roman Catholics, and unforgiving Protestants who convicted and watched her burn at the stake. Unfortunately, she is unable to distinguish those hateful persons from those unhappy persons. Generally, hate and unhappiness goes hand in hand, as does love and happiness. Indeed, hate and unhappiness are very strong emotions that are easily confused, especially when they are felt together and especially when you are a witch who has not lived on this Earth in 310 years.

The story is what happened when Sarah returned to Earth in 2001 to take her vengeance on Julie, an unhappy, overweight, single mom, nurse who had just gone through a bitter divorce with her insensitive husband who cheated on her with a stripper. Then, Sarah took her vengeance on Maryanne, a lonely, angry, and unhappy Boston police dispatcher who was never married or had children. Maryanne's unhappiness develops and persists when she falls in love with a co-worker in an unrequited and empty, one-sided romance.

Then, Sarah meets Anthony, a drunk. Anthony, a CPA with an MBA, in deference to those pleads from his wife, has turned from her and from society for the numb comfort he finds in excessive amounts of alcohol. With all the unhappiness that Anthony has felt over the span of ten years due to his personal problems created by binge drinking and with losing his wife, his house, his children, and his job, unbeknownst to him, he summons Sarah.

Only, this time, something happens that has never happened in all the 310 years that Sarah has been dead and deemed to return to Earth with the occurrence of the bad, blue full moon that befalls on Halloween in Boston every 19 years. This time what happens is...well, I let you read what happens.

Continued from chapter 21

"Are you happy?"

"Happy?" He looked at her with an expression on his face that showed how awful the past few years have been for him. His life flashed before him and because he had been drunk the past ten years of it, most of his life was a blur. With places and faces flashing through his mind as one, he didn't remember most of his life.

"Yes, I figured as much," she said.

Satisfied that he was unhappy, she looked away before she could see that he had replaced his pained expression with an expression of sheer happiness.

"Happy? Am I happy? Are you kidding me?"

Missing the inflection in his voice, certain that he was as unhappy as he was when she latched onto him from the world of all things dead and all things evil, she didn't turn to look at him to see that his face had broken into a wide smile. He was beaming with happiness he was so happy. Even though he had enthusiasm in his voice, even though it was obvious by his demeanor that he was happy, apparently, she misread his first reactionary look of sadness as one of sarcasm and had already determined him unhappy.

Drawn to him because of his unhappiness, she had singled him out, after all. She had never expected that the presence of her with him would turn his life completely around. Who would have thought that with all the misery she had suffered from those hateful people who had murdered her that she could make anyone happy, especially now that she's dead and has been dead for more than 300 years?

She never figured that someone could be attracted to her. It was obvious that she thought of herself the witch that had been tried, convicted, and burned at the stake. It was obvious that she thought of herself as a bad and evil person. Only she wasn't and unbeknownst to her, this time this ghostly visitation was different than all the others. This time this ghostly visitation would change her as much as it surely would change Anthony.

"Yes, I figured you'd be unhappy," she said interrupting him without looking at him and without seeing his happy expression.

Not giving him time to respond, and obviously not guessing correctly what his correct response would be, she let go of his cock and sat bolt upright up in her seat. Stiffened and determined by an expression of assuredness, as to what she would do next to end his miserable life, she looked over at him with a face full of hate. Too happy just to be sitting next to her, Anthony was too busy driving and didn't see her look of disdain.

Excited that she had pulled his cock from his pants and had nearly completed his fantasy of receiving a blowjob while driving, Anthony stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped himself with one hand while driving with the other. He was beside himself with happiness. He couldn't remember when he had been as happy.

"Unhappy? But I—"

"Of course you're unhappy," she said interrupting him again. "You are an alcoholic after all. You're a drunk," she said spitting the word drunk out with the heaviness and the forcefulness of breaking a bottle over his head.

"No, you misunderstand, I—"

"You lost your wife, your house, your children, your family, your friends, your job, your career, your self-respect, your self-worth, and your frequent flyer miles" she said no longer listening to what more he had to say.

"But I—"

"You've given up on life and on people." His words were replaced with her thoughts, no doubt, and with her assumptions that he could never be happy again. "It is as understandable as it is reasonable that you must be totally miserable. You have a CPA and an MBA and you're driving this 10-year-old. American made junk box of a car named after a horse of all things, while all your counterparts have successful careers, good lives, and new cars," she said waving her hands around the tight confines of the car.

"Yes, that's all true, but I—"

"Certainly, you are so depressed and so despondent that you must kill yourself. There is no other way out of this wicked world than to kill yourself now. Yes, do it now, Anthony. Kill yourself. Kill yourself now."

"Hey, you can say whatever you want about me, but don't say anything about my Mustang. I love this old car," he said with a laugh while giving the steering wheel a pat as if he was patting a real horse.

"You're such a loser."

Had he been drinking and/or thinking about drinking, he may have thought to kill himself. Surely, he had those thoughts on more than one occasion, especially on those days he awakened on the street cold, homeless, and broke and needing another drink. Even though everything she said was true, none of it adversely affected his new found happiness, that is, until she turned her verbal assault personal by calling him a loser. Suddenly, she made him feel bad. Suddenly, he felt hurt and angry that she thought of him in that way. How dare she say that to him? That was so hurtful of her to say. Certainly, he may be a drunk, certainly, he was responsible for losing all that he had held so dear and had worked so hard to get, but he wasn't a loser.

He wondered how she knew that he had a CPA and an MBA. He didn't remember mentioning that this morning when they met again. Maybe, he told her when they talked last night. Maybe, he just forgot that he had mentioned it. He had forgotten lots of things recently.

Nonetheless, even the mean spirit behind her words could not deflate the new found happiness she gave him and that made him as giddy as if he had been drinking alcohol. Personable and quick witted, Anthony was a happy drunk, that is, until he riled himself up when talking about the Republican bastards in Congress and all those Republican Presidents past and present. He hated the greedy Republicans. Everything that they stood for was against all what he, as a middle class citizen, was about.

He had a real chance with this beautiful woman who he had only met a few minutes ago and here she is sitting in his car. She said that they met in a bar last night, but he had been too drunk to remember any of it. He wished that he had remembered their first meeting. Nonetheless, this was, without doubt, the best day he has had in a decade. Anthony tried to assuage her personal assault with his calm reason and practices assurance, as if talking to a client and soothing their worried concerns about an impeding IRS audit.

"Maybe, all that you say is true. Normally, I would be hurt to confront all that you said. Normally, what you said to me would make me want to give up again and find the nearest bar and drink until I couldn't raise my hand to my lips. Normally my reality would be a bleak one. Yet, right now, at this very moment, the way that I feel about you and about us—"

"Yes, tell me how you feel, Anthony," she said turning to look at him with a face full of evil. "I need to know how completely miserable you are. Tell me exactly how you feel so that I won't feel any guilt when I—"

"Miserable? I'm not miserable at all," he said turning to her with his happy face from the love at first sight that he felt in his heart for her. "I'm afraid you misunderstand how I truly feel. I feel just the opposite. I'm joyous. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. I am so freaking happy that I can't believe it. I can't believe that I have someone like you in my life and sitting beside me in my car now, when just a while ago I was waking up on a park bench alone, cold, and wanting and needing a drink."

"You're pathetic," she said giving him a look that would surely have struck him dead, if looks could take his life.

"Maybe, I am pathetic, but I'll tell you this. Because of you I can't believe that I'm not even thinking of a drink. I don't want a drink. I just want you. You make me want to live. You make me want to give life another try. I'm happy, happy, happy, I tell you. I'm so very happy. I'm ecstatic. I'm so happy that I could die right now and still be happy."

"Die right now? Ah, now that's interesting that you should mention death at this very moment. Well, certainly, I'm glad you said that and I believe that I can accommodate your wish to die," she said turning away from him, folding her hands in her lap, and looking straight ahead, as if his words had just sealed his fate. "I'm happy for you that you are so happy that you could die right now because...

Nearly off the highway for the sake of his exit and with a dramatic decrease in speed, she was too late. His turn for Salem was coming up in less than a quarter of a mile. He shifted to neutral, double clutched and downshifted to take the exit ramp at nearly ninety before hitting the brake and the gas with a practiced heal and toe to scrub off speed while maintaining the balance of the car. Slowing to seventy, sixty, fifty, and forty, before reaching the end of the exit ramp, he took the turn for Salem.

Unbeknownst to Anthony, this extended conversation had not only prolonged his life but also saved it. Surely, he would have been dead by now in a fiery car crash that ended his life on the highway had he not convinced her that he was not unhappy but happy. Surely, she would have watched his car from the side of the road veer off, roll over, and explode. Surely, based upon his last ten years of drunkenness, the police accident recreation team would have deemed him drunk while driving and his end a tragic accident.

Afraid to deny her need for speed, he didn't want to admit to her that he never drove his beloved Mustang that fast in all the years he owned it. He didn't want her to think of him as less than the man that he apparently thought that she thought he was.

Misinterpreting his unhappiness for hateful anger and striking out in her rage and retribution to murder all those hateful angry people who had burned her at the stake, no doubt, this little speed jaunt down the highway is where Sarah would have murdered Anthony. No doubt, as she had done with Julie and Maryanne, this is where she was to give Anthony all the sex he wanted from her just before ending his life and killing him.

When he had fallen so low, he was now so happy that he had found someone like her. He was so happy that he was about to have sex with his beautiful new girlfriend. He was so sexually excited that they had driven here to seal the deal and to find a place for him to dip his cock in her wet pussy while French kissing her and making her his new, beautiful girlfriend and starting a new life with her at his side.

Only, this is where she was supposed to have asked him if he was happy, just before she said, "Trick or treat." This is where she should have murdered him, as she did with Julie and Maryanne. Her time on Earth was quickly running out. The bad, blue full moon was only here for another night and with the moon gone, so was her evil power and so was she, that is, for another nineteen years when the bad, blue, full moon once again befell upon Boston and all it's unhappy residents.

Now, that he was off the highway and on crowded surface streets, maybe in a change of plan and a change in venue, she was going to take him by the Atlantic Ocean and have him drive his car off the pier. Yes, maybe she was going to take pleasure in watching his car sink and him drown. Maybe, she was going to entice him to drive fast again, faster than he could safely control the car and have him drive in a tree or a house and watch his car explode in a fiery crash. Whatever the scenario, apparently she thought differently about her plans and had a change of heart when he stated that because of her he wasn't unhappy at all, but happy.

Then, without realizing it, Anthony said the magic words that made her take note of precisely where she was three hundred and ten years later. She was here back in 1691 for one of the Salem Witch trials. After stripping her naked and cutting her lush and beautiful red hair, it was here that they dressed her, tried her, found her guilty, and sentenced her to death and to be burnt alive at the stake.

This is where they ordered her put in a cage so that everyone could see the evil witch and throw their contempt at her while being driven to Boston from Salem by wagon before depositing her on the highest hill of Boston Common. Once there, everyone could take part in stripping her naked again before watching her being burned alive and listening to her screams of suffering sorrow and soulful anguish.

"There's something familiar about this place," he said turning his head from side to side while looking at the old houses. Every time I come here, I feel as though I've been here before in a different time." He looked at her. "I know that sounds crazy, I know you may not understand how I feel, but do you know what I mean?"

"Do you mean déjà vu?" Physically, she cringed and, no doubt, the cold chills that the distant imagined or real memories of this place made her shiver. Apparently, even the memory of being burnt alive could not warm her.

"Yes, something like that but only stronger," he said looking over at her again. "It's a weird feeling, but something is pulling me here." He turned to her making eye contact, "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"Do I believe in reincarnation? Yes, of course," she said with a loud laugh that bordered on cackling.

"Why are you laughing so?"

"Because I believe I lived before, too, Anthony, my love." Once insincere with her words, now suddenly, this was a kinder person who uttered the words, my love. The transformation of Sarah was beginning to happen.

"Yeah, I do, too. I feel as though I lived somewhere around here before, maybe hundreds of years ago."

"Hundreds of years ago? Are you serious? Tell me you're not serious. You're toying with me," she said giving him a long, hard look. "Surely, you are just saying those things that I need to hear to get in my good graces and to improve my spirit from hate to forgiveness."

"Yes, I'm serious and no, I'm not toying with you. I don't know why you'd feel hate on a joyous day such as this, just as I've done nothing wrong for you to forgive me." He looked at her and smiled. She was so very beautiful and he was deeply taken with her. Never had he seen a woman as beautiful.

"Sorry, it was just a figure of speech," she said covering over what she said.

"I did some research at the Copley Square library. It was a cold, rainy day and I had no where to go and plenty of time to waste. While waiting for the rain to stop, I hung out in the basement of the library where they keep the really old books. I was able to trace my family history and discover more about my ancestors. The first thing that I discovered was that my family has been here since the sixteen hundreds."

"Really? You don't say?"

"Why do you say it like that?"

"Well, because my family has been here since the sixteen hundreds, too."

"No kidding. Well, maybe it's not a big deal to you that you are one of the original settlers, but it is to me. It's a small world, isn't it that we both should have a history with this place that spans more than three hundred years?"

"It sure is," she said with a wry smile.

"Well, anyway, I discovered that my great, great, great grandfather, Nathanial, once owned an Inn somewhere around here, which I suspect is why I feel a strong connection to this place and is the reason why I feel that I have lived here before."

"Nathanial? An Inn? Here? You're kidding me."

"No. Why?"

"I don't believe this," she said mumbling under her breath while staring at him. "Because I once knew...oh, never mind."

"Yeah, so anyway, I'm wondering if I'm my great, great, great grandfather, Nathanial reincarnated. Wouldn't that be a riot? I mean we don't know, really, any about reincarnation or if it even exists. Maybe, when we die we are all deposited someone in a different dimension and maybe some of us return to finish whatever it is we need to finish."

"You got that right," she said under her breath too low for Anthony to hear.

It was then that Sarah changed for the better. There was a noticeable, physical transformation in her being. It was as if she was being born again right before his eyes and in Anthony's ten year old Mustang. It was then that Sarah let go of everything that was bad and everything that was evil from her past. It was then whatever possessed Sarah to return to finish her unfinished business released its hold upon her tortured soul. It was then that Sarah began a new life of living in the present and loving Anthony.

The power of the bad, blue full moon worked a reverse magic on Sarah. Instead of making her bad, instead of reinforcing her evil, it made her good and kind and sweet. The change was as instant as it was dramatic. What comes around goes around and Sarah returned to the innocent way she once was when she walked through town happy to be living here instead of living in Ireland and being persecuted for being a Catholic and living under the rule of her English Protestant king.