Grace's Halloween Night- A Halloween USB Story
Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2024 10:03 pm
I wrote this belated Halloween story on the Discord server during by 7 week ban, dated 28/10/24. It represents my first foray into a 1st person USB story. I hope you all enjoy it. Here the unfortunate Grace Clarkson after a wild Halloween party as woken up naked in the back alley, with two very deep puncture marks on her throat. In order to get to the bottom of what happened to her, Grace must escape the alley but first she needs some clothes and then there is the small matter of her new found hunger....
Happy Belated Halloween!
Alley behind The Trinity Lounge, West 97th Street New York City, Thursday 31st October 2024
I take a deep breath, my eyes blinking open finding myself in a dark damp alley the *thump thump* of music coming from the building in front of me. For some reason I feel cold, my hip pressing into the black tarmac. "Hello? Is someone there?" I ask the black dingy alley but receiving no answer. Shaking my head, I rise from the ground feeling my forehead which is strangely cold to the touch. I look down at a large puddle at my bare feet, I let out a surprised gasp... I'am completely naked! "What the fuck!? Where are my clothes?" I ask, distinctly remembering I had gone out that night fully clothes. Then suddenly like a movie trailer, my memories came flooding back.
My name is Grace Clarkson, I'am a 21 year old student studying law at Columbia University. I'am pretty with aquiline features, sloping cheekbones and bright sapphire blue eyes, framed by long dark brown locks. Tonight, I was at an Halloween party at The Trinity Lounge on West 97th Street, New York City looking to get wasted and hook up with a cute girl for a nights fun, all dressed in my wonder woman outfit. I could remember a sexy red head wearing a little black dress grinding next to me, her arms around me kissing my neck complimenting me on my outfit. We both got drunk and she took to this alley and started to undress me kissing me hard on my lips, then she...bit my neck and I remember waking up. My hand subconsciously drifts up to my neck, feeling two puncture marks on the carotid artery. "No fucking way!" I swear before hearing the sound of footsteps from the mouth of the alley, ducking behind the dumpster I train my eyes to the newcomer.
It was an attractive young blonde girl leaning against the wall, taking out a vaping pen. She had heart shaped features, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes her short shoulder length platinum blonde hair, dyed at the tips with one side red the other blue with a black leather choker about her neck. *Huh? She's reminds me of suicide squad Harley* She was dressed in a matching red and blue leather jacket, with matching tight leather trousers, held up by a studded leather belt laced boots, black fingerless gloves under which was a low cut red trim tank top that had the legend "Harleen the Queen" splashed across her small B-cup breasts. Maybe she can call the police or something. Feeling a strange sense of hunger I approached the blonde.
"Please you have to help me." I yell running up to the blonde who turns me, eyes blinking in shock. "Oh my god! Are you okay? Where are you clothes? Did someone attack you?" She asked face full of concern, as I shook my head. "I'am not sure, I think I was attacked by a woman." The blondes eyes widened in shock. "A-a woman did this to you? Don't worry I call the cops." As the blonde retrieved her cell phone from her jacket, I felt a curious sensation come over me. I could hear the girls heartbeat in my ears and the blood pumping through her slender pale throat. I felt the same hunger I did when I first saw her, the desire to bite into the soft warm flesh and drink deep of her blood. What is happening to me? The blonde shook her head, waving her phone high. "Damn it, I can't get a signal." She said before noticing the look of hunger in my eyes. "Um, what's wrong honey? Why are you looking at me like that?"
With a strength I never knew I possessed, I pinned the girl to the wall of the alley with one hand, while ripping off her choker with the other. I could feel my incisors lengthening. Dropping her phone, the girl let out a terrified squeak. "What the fuck mmph!?" I clamp a hand around her mouth to silence her scream. "I'am so sorry, girl but you have something I need. Amd I can't control my hunger..." With that I do something unthinkable, I bite deep into her neck and drink deep. Ignoring the blondes week and feeble struggles, I felt the ecstasy of drinking her blood so much I began to undress her as she died in my grasp, her struggles growing weaker and weaker the more I drank. *It's just like the movies, I'am a vampire* Then I couldn't hear her heartbeat in my ears, the blonde hanging limply dead in my grip. After dropping the jacket to the ground, I closed the girls eyes before letting the dead weight slid down the wall two neat holes puncturing her pretty neck.
Feeling both a odd sense of shame and power, I knelt by the dead blonde searching her jacket checking it to find a purse with $200 and a drivers licence with the name Ashby Winter, she was only 20. "I'am sorry, Ashby but I need more from you." Looking down at the girls clothes, I decided that I needed them if i wasn't going to draw anymore attention. Laying down Ashby's jacket, I first removed her gloves putting them on before snapping on the choker. Holding up Ashby's arms, I pulled up her tank top exposing her small buoyant B-cup breasts with puffy light pink areolas. Resisting the urge to fondle her breasts, I slip on the tank top then unlaced Ashby's boots pulling them off her feet. "Hmm? Looks like where the same size, mom always said I was lucky." I said to the corpse, unbelting her pants and working them off the hips, peeling them down Ashby's long divine legs. Ignoring my own misgivings, I whipped off her white thong panties revealing a cute little clean shaven pink clitoris and pert plum shaped ass.
After quickly dressing in Ashby's Harley Quinn outfit, I dragged the girls cooling naked corpse behind the dumpster concealing it with pieces of cardboard box. Scooping up the girls vaper and phone, I left the alley into the cold Manhattan night. My sole purpose now was to find the mysterious red head, the vampire and ask her "Why me?"
Happy Belated Halloween!
Alley behind The Trinity Lounge, West 97th Street New York City, Thursday 31st October 2024
I take a deep breath, my eyes blinking open finding myself in a dark damp alley the *thump thump* of music coming from the building in front of me. For some reason I feel cold, my hip pressing into the black tarmac. "Hello? Is someone there?" I ask the black dingy alley but receiving no answer. Shaking my head, I rise from the ground feeling my forehead which is strangely cold to the touch. I look down at a large puddle at my bare feet, I let out a surprised gasp... I'am completely naked! "What the fuck!? Where are my clothes?" I ask, distinctly remembering I had gone out that night fully clothes. Then suddenly like a movie trailer, my memories came flooding back.
My name is Grace Clarkson, I'am a 21 year old student studying law at Columbia University. I'am pretty with aquiline features, sloping cheekbones and bright sapphire blue eyes, framed by long dark brown locks. Tonight, I was at an Halloween party at The Trinity Lounge on West 97th Street, New York City looking to get wasted and hook up with a cute girl for a nights fun, all dressed in my wonder woman outfit. I could remember a sexy red head wearing a little black dress grinding next to me, her arms around me kissing my neck complimenting me on my outfit. We both got drunk and she took to this alley and started to undress me kissing me hard on my lips, then she...bit my neck and I remember waking up. My hand subconsciously drifts up to my neck, feeling two puncture marks on the carotid artery. "No fucking way!" I swear before hearing the sound of footsteps from the mouth of the alley, ducking behind the dumpster I train my eyes to the newcomer.
It was an attractive young blonde girl leaning against the wall, taking out a vaping pen. She had heart shaped features, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes her short shoulder length platinum blonde hair, dyed at the tips with one side red the other blue with a black leather choker about her neck. *Huh? She's reminds me of suicide squad Harley* She was dressed in a matching red and blue leather jacket, with matching tight leather trousers, held up by a studded leather belt laced boots, black fingerless gloves under which was a low cut red trim tank top that had the legend "Harleen the Queen" splashed across her small B-cup breasts. Maybe she can call the police or something. Feeling a strange sense of hunger I approached the blonde.
"Please you have to help me." I yell running up to the blonde who turns me, eyes blinking in shock. "Oh my god! Are you okay? Where are you clothes? Did someone attack you?" She asked face full of concern, as I shook my head. "I'am not sure, I think I was attacked by a woman." The blondes eyes widened in shock. "A-a woman did this to you? Don't worry I call the cops." As the blonde retrieved her cell phone from her jacket, I felt a curious sensation come over me. I could hear the girls heartbeat in my ears and the blood pumping through her slender pale throat. I felt the same hunger I did when I first saw her, the desire to bite into the soft warm flesh and drink deep of her blood. What is happening to me? The blonde shook her head, waving her phone high. "Damn it, I can't get a signal." She said before noticing the look of hunger in my eyes. "Um, what's wrong honey? Why are you looking at me like that?"
With a strength I never knew I possessed, I pinned the girl to the wall of the alley with one hand, while ripping off her choker with the other. I could feel my incisors lengthening. Dropping her phone, the girl let out a terrified squeak. "What the fuck mmph!?" I clamp a hand around her mouth to silence her scream. "I'am so sorry, girl but you have something I need. Amd I can't control my hunger..." With that I do something unthinkable, I bite deep into her neck and drink deep. Ignoring the blondes week and feeble struggles, I felt the ecstasy of drinking her blood so much I began to undress her as she died in my grasp, her struggles growing weaker and weaker the more I drank. *It's just like the movies, I'am a vampire* Then I couldn't hear her heartbeat in my ears, the blonde hanging limply dead in my grip. After dropping the jacket to the ground, I closed the girls eyes before letting the dead weight slid down the wall two neat holes puncturing her pretty neck.
Feeling both a odd sense of shame and power, I knelt by the dead blonde searching her jacket checking it to find a purse with $200 and a drivers licence with the name Ashby Winter, she was only 20. "I'am sorry, Ashby but I need more from you." Looking down at the girls clothes, I decided that I needed them if i wasn't going to draw anymore attention. Laying down Ashby's jacket, I first removed her gloves putting them on before snapping on the choker. Holding up Ashby's arms, I pulled up her tank top exposing her small buoyant B-cup breasts with puffy light pink areolas. Resisting the urge to fondle her breasts, I slip on the tank top then unlaced Ashby's boots pulling them off her feet. "Hmm? Looks like where the same size, mom always said I was lucky." I said to the corpse, unbelting her pants and working them off the hips, peeling them down Ashby's long divine legs. Ignoring my own misgivings, I whipped off her white thong panties revealing a cute little clean shaven pink clitoris and pert plum shaped ass.
After quickly dressing in Ashby's Harley Quinn outfit, I dragged the girls cooling naked corpse behind the dumpster concealing it with pieces of cardboard box. Scooping up the girls vaper and phone, I left the alley into the cold Manhattan night. My sole purpose now was to find the mysterious red head, the vampire and ask her "Why me?"
