Lewis is in love with his best friend Dylan and he knows Dylan feels something too, even if he refuses every advance Lewis has ever made. After six years of waiting and hoping, Lewis reluctantly decides it's time to move on. An invitation to a Halloween party appears to be the perfect opportunity to meet someone new and maybe get over his unrequited feelings for Dylan.
However Lewis soon realizes he's attending a very different kind of party and inadvertently discovers that Dylan may have a secret that is keeping them apart. But Lewis has secrets too, and the two friends may be more compatible than either of them realized. Now all Lewis has to do is show Dylan just how good they can be together.
Hi everyone. I’m Pender Mackie here to talk about my story, Right Street, Wrong House.
I’m not a horror writer, nor even much of a horror reader, but I do enjoy paranormal stories and I love Halloween.
These days Halloween seems to be mostly about trick or treating for candy, but I grew up in a (very) rural area of Britain. The Celts had left their mark on the land and the locals in my village were a superstitious lot. Like the Celts, some believed that the barrier between this world and the spirit world was weakest on All Hallows’ Eve and on that night ordinary mortals might come in contact with the supernatural.
When I set out to write a Halloween short story that’s I was thinking about.
But the story I wrote has no paranormal elements. I started off with a rough plan. I had my main character, Lewis: His best friend and love interest, Dylan and my setting, a Halloween party. All I needed was something scary and supernatural to push Lewis and Dylan together.
That’s when I had one of those random thoughts every writer has: What if Lewis messed up the address for the party? That’s when I had an epiphany and the story took a turn in a very different direction.
Right Street, Wrong House is technically a Halloween story since it does take place at Halloween, but the only things that go bump in the night are Lewis and Dylan.
Lewis looked at himself in the mirror. He was showered and shaved and wore a clean, neatly pressed golf shirt and jeans. He frowned at his reflection, frustrated. He looked so damned…nice.
Except for his sandy blond hair, which was a little too long, he looked like the typical boy-next-door. Maybe he shouldn't have shaved, but he didn't have enough facial hair to pull off the rugged look. He tried a sexy smile then grimaced. He'd only managed to look pleasant.
Lewis pulled the golf shirt over his head and put on a tight, silky black t-shirt, enjoying the sensuous brush of the fabric against his skin and nipples. He swapped the comfortable jeans for a pair that was much more form-fitting. The outfit was new and not a style he usually wore, but he was trying to make a statement.
With his blue eyes and wholesome, clean-cut looks he still looked like the kind of guy that would help his neighbors carry their groceries, but at least he didn't look like he'd forgotten his pocket protector at the office.
His cell phone buzzed. Lewis grabbed the phone from his dresser and checked the message.
Where are u? U are missing all the fun.
Lewis typed rapidly. On my way.
He took one last look at his reflection then headed to the kitchen to grab the cookies he'd made for the party.
Tonight's Halloween party was being hosted by a coworker's friend. Lewis had purposely waited 'til the party had started before leaving home. That way, his coworker Rob, the only other guest he knew, would already be there. Thank God costumes were optional. If he'd had to dress up in a costume he wouldn't have gone.
He wasn't shy. His dad always said he could talk the hind leg off a donkey—whatever the hell that meant—but he didn't normally go to parties. Hanging around some stranger's house, watching people getting drunk and acting stupid wasn't his thing, but tonight was different.
Tonight he would go to the party and if he saw someone interesting, he was going to flirt.
Rob had told him everyone was bringing snacks and that there'd be soft drinks provided, but if he wanted alcohol he should bring his own.
Lewis had considered taking some beer, but he'd decided to stick to soft drinks. When it came to alcohol he was a lightweight, plus he was driving.
He hadn't been sure what to bring for snacks so he'd made sugar cookies and decorated them with orange and black icing. He'd taken some to work and they'd been a big hit at the office. His best friend Dylan had eaten three or four, one right after the other.
Lewis laid the cookies on a large plastic plate shaped like a pumpkin. He frowned as he wrapped them with cling wrap. Dylan was the reason he'd agreed to go to the stupid party in the first place, damn it.
He'd known Dylan had been invited, but after Lewis had already accepted, he'd found out Dylan had other plans and couldn't make it.
He wondered what Dylan was doing instead. He'd asked when they were eating lunch in the break room, but Dylan had looked at Lewis, and shrugged. "Just stuff."
Lewis had been frustrated but he'd known he wouldn't get anything else out of him. Even though they were best friends, Dylan could be secretive.
"Come on, Dylan. I already said I'd go and if you don't come too, I won't know anyone but Rob," he'd complained.
"Oh, please. You make friends everywhere you go. Within half an hour you'll be on everyone's Christmas card list."
Lewis had rolled his eyes. "No one has Christmas card lists anymore."
Dylan had thrown his balled-up napkin at him.
Lewis grumbled to himself as he grabbed the cookies and his keys from the kitchen counter. He was disappointed Dylan wasn't going to be there, but if he had some place he'd rather be than at the Halloween party with Lewis, that was fine. Lewis squared his shoulders. In fact, that was all the more reason to go.