Patrick Bateman Halloween Costume Novels & Stories

J The miniature ghost stood defiant, hands on hips, with a fire in the deep brown eyes peering through the sheet holes that would have given most larger beings pause. But where the frayed sheet ended, a pair of long, gangly legs wearing pink “Hello Kitty” socks and blue thrift-shop sneakers comically softened the spirit’s fierce glare. “I wore this at Halloween when I was, like, ten,” sulked the irate specter. An elderly black woman with close-cropped curly white hair sighed in response as she looked down at her adopted granddaughter. “Jeannine LaRue, you’re the one who begged me to have a costume party for your birthday in the middle of summer, Lord have mercy.”

"It's a spray called Love Interior Aromatic Room Spray. It has floral notes of neroli, ylang-ylang, and jasmine mixed with spicy notes of vetiver and patchouli for the most romantic scent. It even contains rose quartz crystals for added love energy." "I love the scent." He handed me the bouquet. "Yes. It is indeed beautiful and the scent of the perfume is lovely. It's yours now." "What would you be wearing for Halloween tonight." "The party will take place on Doctor Great's beach house and the theme is scary, right?" "Yes." "I have a skull face costume." "That's nice. The children are wearing cartoon costumes so I bought one for Martin." "Which costume?" "The lion king, that's his favorite c

I pause, glancing in the mirror panel that is at the top of the steps, looking at my ass that pretty much swallows my bodysuit right up. I ruffle my fake hair before I step out into the back garden, where everyone is in costume. There’s Zade as Ghostface. I recognise it’s him instantly. Valerie is a zombie doctor, Damien is a pirate, Anthony is – I don’t really know, he looks weird with all kinds of ruffles and too much red. He’s wearing a weird wig too. “What are you supposed to be?” I ask, patting his arm. He looks at me frowning, but that frown vanishes when he looks me over, whistling.

The theme had been meticulously chosen, reflecting the couple’s desire for a unique and memorable celebration. Khana, dressed as Carmilla, exuded an ethereal charm in her flowing red gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves of night. Richard, standing tall beside her, looked every bit like Cecelion, his dark suit and dark black hair, giving him an air of mysterious elegance of a vampire. Though Khana had never played the game, she had spent hours browsing the internet, carefully selecting their costumes to ensure they made a striking pair.

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.

When they had arrived, he quickly said, see you later and rushed down the hall. The party started fifteen minutes ago and Billy, one of Dax’s teammates rushed to the locker room to tell him that Lana and Beau had arrived. Dax and his friends were able to get Beau to tell them what he was going to dress up as for the party four days ago at school. Ghost Face from the Scream movies. Dax thanked his lucky stars Beau had picked a costume that came with a mask. Otherwise, his plan would have been a bust. Beau was Lana’s date for the Halloween party. Dax wasn’t sure what she saw in Beau. Nevertheless, the date wasn’t going to go the way Beau thought.

Hanging lamps stretch over the party area, wrapped around trees and around the stage. Their light is orange, dim like candlelight. People dressed in colorful costumes, with many wearing Halloween costumes. Some are dressed as sexy bunnies, mummies, zombies, and even werewolves. “Windward.” When Vero heard Lev calling her by her last name, her heart raced, and her pulse is so strong that it makes her throat tighten. She stares at the surface of the lake for a split second.

The scene is more graphic than any FX in a horror flick so the eyelashes of one eye actually flutter as though Rina’s trying desperately to snap out of the spell she’s under, but her soul’s presently banished from the real world and her body’s little more than an empty husk. When Septimus has shed his entire Chester costume like python skin, he nudges aside the shapeless man on the floor with his straitjacket-like trench coat’s billowing and feetless bottom. Now Atropos is revealed in his full goth splendor, from the sweeping skirt of the trench coat to the space-defying beak of his plague doctor mask.

They had tickets for next Saturday, and they were going tomorrow afternoon to be fitted for tux rentals. Patrick was imagining how dashing Robert would look in a tuxedo as he passed the SUV. Dimly, he heard the driver’s side door open but he didn’t pay it any attention. Only when he heard a voice behind him shout, “Hey, son!” did Patrick pause and turn. He saw the man standing there, holding a baseball bat in his hands, but he felt no immediate sense of danger. This was Furman, not only one of the most beautiful campuses in America but also one of the safest. Besides, the man had a pleasant smile on face, nothing to indicate malice or ill intent.

"Near your location, downtown Halloween celebration. Maybe fifteen minutes ago. The witness said she's dressed in some kind of elaborate costume… described it as a dark peacock, the description matches her build, her height." A chill ran down my spine like someone had traced a finger along my vertebrae. "Peacock costume?" I repeated, my voice sharper than I intended. "Yes. Dark blue and green feathers, tall ornate mask covering most of her face, the witness said her mask fell for a while and she grasped her face, said it was striking enough to remember clearly." He paused. "We're already dispatching officers to the area, but be careful, Damon. We have to assume she's dangerous and potentiall