Jane

Jane had always known you liked her. She never returned the feeling, not really—but that never stopped her from using it. One afternoon, her message lit up your phone:

"Hey Jay, it’s Jane. I know you’ve got a thing for me, and I was thinking—we could share a horse costume for Halloween? Go door to door for candy. Sure, we’re twenty, but trust me, no one will mind!"

You agreed instantly. You didn’t see the wicked grin curling her lips as she read your reply. For weeks afterward, she prepared—stuffing herself with beans, milk, fruit, and anything that swelled her gut with gas.

When the night came, you showed up eager, slipping into the cramped costume with her. She looked oddly tense, shifting as if holding something back. Then, the moment you both took your first step onto the street—

BRAAAAAPH!

A hot, foul gust blasted your nostrils. You gagged and coughed, eyes watering. Jane nearly doubled over laughing.

“Ohhh, I’m so sorry, Jay,” she crooned between giggles. “Must’ve been that dinner full of… excitement.”

You reached for the zipper in panic, only to freeze, realizing the zippers are connected through a padlock, as she dangled a small key before your face, her grin devilish.

“Looking for this, dear?”

She patted your head like a pet and took another exaggerated step forward, forcing you to stumble along inside the costume. Another bubbling sound escaped her belly, and you could hear her stifled chuckle.

“Don’t pout,” she mocked sweetly. “I’m finally giving you all that attention you’ve been begging for. And this is how you thank me?”

Her words dripped with cruelty as she marched on, each step promising more torment, while you struggled for breath in her shadow.