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  Preface: After three years of missing the Halloween mark, I'm finally proud to present my first real created work. Many sleepless nights with work looming the next day went into this. It's a labor of love; I love my community. I love you guys. It's the only place I feel truly accepted.

This is a horror/psychological thriller. This is also an AB/DL story. It has diapers, and scary parts. If those interest you, you're in the right place.

  So without further ado, away we go.

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            Baby!
It was the word on the lips of the other kids in school that day. You know the ones. The older boys… Seniors. Nathan had just started his freshman year of high school, and was being forced to reconcile with the fact that he was now in the lowest social group on the school totem pole. He was no longer on top, as he’d been in the last year of middle school. It was a stark change, and one that brought many tribulations, such as the one he was now faced with. Everyone knew freshman were supposed to get the worst of the hazing, that was just life. Ever in the spirit of the holidays, two of the seniors had taken it upon themselves to see that Nathan also celebrated the joy and majesty of… Halloween.
“Cmon Fonty,” James goaded, using a shortened version of his last name, Delafontaine. Because it annoyed him, of course. “You wanna be cool, right?” James cut an intimidating figure in his letterman jacket as he leaned against a nearby locker, acting like he was literally too cool to even be here. He was like, some football jock or something. Nathan wasn’t sure yet. He’d only been in this high school a few months, and he honestly could care less who James was. It wasn’t like Nathan was a nerd or anything, he just had the misfortune of being in the ninth grade. The audacity! James’ jock friend, Cody, seemed too invested in his phone to pay attention, until his cohort had made his witty remark.
“Yeah Nathan, everyone’s done it. Me, James, half the football team… it’s basically required at this point if you want any sort of respect around here.” Nathan dug a book out of his locker and stuffed it in his bag.
“Says who? Why do I need respect?” Nathan challenged, acting unphased. He was trying to avoid it if he could, but he didn’t want to ruin his chances with the ‘in crowd’ on his first year.
“Because, Fonty, we have some wild end-of-the-year ragers, and that’s something you really want,” James replied. He was right, though. Nathan did want it. He knew James knew he wanted it, and he couldn’t argue. “You aren’t a baby, are you? It’s only a house. I thought you were in high school, not preschool.”
“Ha!” Cody saw fit to interject, “I bet he keeps his diapers in his locker.” Yeah yeah, very funny… but he could feel his face start to turn red.
“I’m not a goddamn baby,” he shot back in an annoyed tone.
"Ooh, someone's getting mad," James taunted, with a smirk. "Don't let the teachers hear you using those big boy words, or they'll put you in detention."
"Fine. What do I have to do?”
“We already told you, Fonty. We just want one night… just one! One night in the Miller house, and you’re in.”
“But what do I do there? Like, hang out? What if there’s someone there?”
“What, like a ghost? Are you afraid of ghosts Fonty? You know it doesn’t count if you wet yourself right?” Nathan gritted his teeth just a little more as his acquaintances enjoyed another laugh at his expense. “I don’t fuckin’ know man, you have a phone, right? I’m sure you can think of something. Just wank it or something, I don’t know. As soon as the sun rises, you’re good.” Their little get-together was cut short by the sound of the school bell overhead. “Last class of the day, Fonty. Now or never, you hear?” He started walking away, but his voice still carried over the other kids in the hall, “It’s October 31st! Happy Halloween, bitches!”

            Deep breath in… Deep breath out… Relax.
            That’s what Nathan told himself as he stared up at the menacing silhouette of a building. It was something of a local legend. From the outside, you could still see the black patterns around the windows where the flames had shot out. From what his father had told him, there had been a fire a long time ago, claiming the lives of everyone inside. No one really knew what happened after that. It was like the information just… wasn’t there. Each town had their own little myths, and theirs seemed to be that anyone who went to investigate the old Miller house never made it back. Eventually, people just stopped trying, and the building became abandoned. Tonight… he would either find out that it was just a myth, or he would learn the reason no one ever returned. He had told his father he was staying the night at a friend’s house. He was already regretting his decision. If he did this though, he would be so in with the seniors. The seniors! His stomach heaved as he took the first step.
At the end of a long and winding dirt road stood a wrought iron gate, the kind you see in old movies with the spikes on the top. As if this place wasn't creepy enough. The sun was still in the sky, but barely. As it sank behind the house, it created odd shapes and elongated shadows along the unkempt lawn, which only accentuated the creep factor. He raised his phone and took a “selfie” with him and the house in the background and sent it to James, as proof he was actually there. For brave senior jocks, they sure were specific about the pictures he needed to take in order to avoid being there themselves. Whatever. If he actually did this, he could use this against them like nothing else.
Nathan continued forward, one foot at a time. This was simple. He could do it. It was only a house. An abandoned house with nothing in it. Nothing at all. Some old dusty furniture. He’d watch streams on his phone, go to sleep, wake up in the morning, and be king for a year. Yep, that was it. If it was that easy, why was his heart racing?
He placed his hand on the doorknob. It was covered in grime. There was a film of dirt and pollen on the handle that had built up over the years. The knobs were crystal, but appeared brown instead of clear and glassy. He turned the knob and pushed. He wasn’t here to inspect the cleanliness, only stay. As the door opened, he stepped inside. He wasn’t entirely prepared for what he saw.