Stay the Night

You park the car. The exterior light makes the large gothic house less spooky and more inviting.

Carrie knocks on the door. You start to think nobody is going to answer, when the door creaks open.

A young woman in a nun’s habit, that’s just a little tighter than you would have expected, answers the door.

“Hello?”

“Hi, we were on a drive looking for a hotel. Is there one nearby?”

She scowls at you. “No. Not for miles.”

Carrie interjects. “Any chance we could stay here?”

The nun’s demeanor changes. “I don’t see why not. Come in and I’ll check with the Mother.”

She leaves you in a well lit foyer. There is a staircase leading upstairs and a pair of benches against the walls. The color scheme is a neutral off white with dark stained trim. You sit down.

The nun isn’t gone long. She returns, grinning at Carrie.

“You two are welcome to stay. But, you will have to stay in separate rooms. You understand, of course.”

“Certainly.”

“Follow me.”

She heads up the stairs.

The rooms are small and austere, but the bed seems comfortable. You say goodnight to Carrie and get ready for bed. Something bothers you, but you can’t put a finger on it. Shortly after you lay down, you drift off to sleep.

You wake with a start. You realize what’s bothering you. This whole time you haven’t seen one cross. You slip out of your room and into Carrie’s. She’s not there.

You feel a large blunt object hit your head. Blackness takes you.

Your head throbs. You crack open your eyes the room is blurry. You see a nun. You focus and realize it is a woman in a latex nun outfit. She exudes sex appeal. Even her makeup is flawless.

Makeup!

Her lips are cherry red.

“Welcome back. I was beginning to think Prue had killed you.”

You try to move your arms and find they’re tied.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“Why, sacrifice you to Abbadon of course.”

“You can’t do that, Carrie knows I’m here!”

“I don’t think Carrie will mind.”

Carrie moves into view. She wears a latex nun outfit just like your captor. She smiles. Her lips are cherry red.

“I’m so sorry, Nick, but if you get free you’ll try to remove my beautiful lipstick.”

“Carrie, they’re going to kill me!”

“Oh, I know, Nick. If I help, Mother is going to let me eat her out.”

“You’re not a lesbian, Carrie!”

“I am now, Nick. I love this shade on me and I’m going to be wearing it for a long time. Here’s the athame, Mother.”

“Carrie, please.”

“Sorry...”

You feel the knife split your flesh and tear into your heart. The world fades away.

The End