"Ouch! These twins are insanely energetic!" The former sister of the church wailed though her attempts to keep her voice's decibels moderately after the hundredth violent unborn twins kicks which agonized her by keeping the palm of her hand lightly kneading the pregnant belly.

In the meantime, the both former members of the church have been waiting for a half an hour in the hospital as thry were seating, awaiting eagerly one of the doctors to accept them and check the unborn twins whether if they are alright or otherwise obnoxiously endangered.

What it immensely exasperated them was not only the quantity of time which has elapsed by resulting to nothing else than wasting their time to wait, moreover the doctors' irresponsibility during the night shifts.

Timothy was the more outraged one since his wife's baby kicks were slightly more violent even more agitating and frequent and neither a nurse, nor a single doctor bothered to check her recent condition.

The majority of the staff in the hospital were far from available to first aid their recent patient as they had more patients, whose health conditions were exceedingly critical.

"Everything is going to be alright, rare bird! Hopefully a doctor will accept us within seconds or even minutes." Despite the melancholy and distressing situation, itself, the frustration sublimed as the blood vigorously boiled in their veins. He snaked a strong arm around her shoulder, in order to soothe her by massaging her shoulder, kneading the fabric of her gown.

Suddenly clicking shoes approached the impatient couple as one of the doctors ushered them to follow him as the former priest helped his wife by holding her smaller, warm one into his larger hand, squeezing it as they were escorting the doctor.

"Mr. and Mrs. Howard, I'd like to apologize for everything and the time keeping you waiting, but on Halloween the patients' amount is greater than some days." The doctor, who was actually young man in his late 20s years replied by holding the door for the recent patients, entering his office and nodding their heads by greeting him warmly.

"It's alright! We won't keep ya busy for too long, Doctor!" The blonde retorted by nibbling on her bottom plumpish lip, seating on the chairs against the doctor's cherry wood bureau. "We're just for an ultrasound test by checking on the babies, if they're doing alright."

"Oh! Then follow me in the other room, ma'am!" Meanwhile they got from their seats by following the doctor as Jude laid on the patient bed, while Timothy seated on the chair alongside her and taking her petite, milky hand into his larger one, squeezing it tightly for supporting her. 

--- *** ---

It has been almost a day since the both recently committed patients in the mental hospital, Susan Clarke and Samuel Montgomery, as they're responsible for the Pre-Halloween massacre, taking place in one of the least populated Boston parks by murdering 13 people at least, numbering children, adults and elders. 

The most peaceful parks in Boston won't be deemed as the safest places for hiking, relaxation and other further activities since this brutal, barbarous massacre, caused by Susan and Samuel. 

Susan and Samuel were actually friends for years as the young woman is no older than the beginning of her 30s with shaggy lion mane of black as ebon tresses, cascading down her spine with fair skin tone, freckles veiling her cheeks and piercing as arrows amber brown orbs. She wasn't tall at all as her height was approximately 5'4 only with slender body structure. Susan wore as usually scarlet and grayish garments especially grunge ones, which hugged her slender, nonetheless yet curvy body. 

Whereas Samuel was slightly younger than his old friend as he was in his late 20s by possessing olive-tanned skin color, followed by lean body structure, thin lips, sharp nose and fierce honey brown pools as once somebody looked into his eyes, they would find themselves already trapped and paralyzed as statues. He's as tall as 5'11 only by dressing up himself in dark clothes and he has shaved head. In the chilling cold days, the caps and hats were his last hopes to shield his bare head against the unbearably glacial climate. 

What the both inmates shared in common was they're childless, besides they have never been married or had any lovers with exception of being twice in relationships which have always obnoxiously envenoming ended for them with broken hearts. 

After the melancholy befell them these days, consequently they decided to commit the sadistic homicide by murdering a mass of people and disguising themselves as ghosts in creative way. The melancholy hits them once in a while in the year or per a couple of years, howsoever, the melancholy wasn't as bearable as the last years. It was just hysterical for them since they were already approaching their midlife stage of their lives even if they were still young and full of life with lack fragments which the majority of their peers they already have. Husbands or wives, children and most of all shaping altogether as a stable and loving family. The sorefully painful topics were for them being family people with one child at least. 

--- *** ---

--- Flashback ---

--- 30th of October, 1962 ---

The Boston park sunk in peace in the afternoon hours as there were a couple of children, who were either helping their parents or doing by themselves carving pumpkins, in case, to be ready as early as possible for the imminent day. Children laughs and screams were the common phenomenons by levitating in the background, rendering the atmosphere even serener, resurrecting from the hush which once flooded.

Dew sheeted the grasslands in the park as its translucent drench glinted. The dim sun rays bathed in auric light everything below and guarding the surroundings from the lukewarm, fresh autumn breeze which tickled their fleshs. 

"Mom, look how do we carwed this pumpkin with Larry!" The six-year-old, Leslie, left aloof on the picnic blanket the knife by holding by the both sides the carved pumpkin.

"Oh wow! It's fantastic, Larry and Leslie! Great job, my sweethearts!" Lorraine stroked their heads gently by peppering their cheeks with affectionate kisses as Leslie giggled. 

"Thank you, mom!" The both siblings said in unison as the six-year-old, Larry sipped his glass of natural pineapple juice.

In the meanwhile, Susan and Samuel snuck up to the single mother with her both children as the younger man poked the middle-aged lady's shoulder by drawing her attention promptly. Initially, they startled by noting the both adults, dressed up as supernatural creatures as their hearts raced.

"Oh hello, sir and ma'am!" It was Lorraine, who spoke first by breaking the ice, darting her deep blue eyes to the both young adults as she dangled her arms around her children's shoulders, pulling them towards her, in case, if somebody plots to harm them.

"Hello, ma'am and little sweethearts! May I know yar names?" The black-haired woman replied dryly by clearing her throat as she flipped her fringe on the left side. 

"Oh! I'm Lorraine and those are Larry and Leslie. They're my children, of course!" The middle-aged lady introduced herself and her children, despite her quivering of fear and prejudices hands by gesturing her creations, made of flesh and blood. 

"What pretty names! I've always liked the names, starting with the letter "L"." Samuel confessed by extending his colossal, gloved hand to fondle the little girl's head though she withdrew with a few centimetres, evading Samuel's touch. 

"And Leslie has trusting issues when it comes up to strangers so that's why she doesn't allow to being touched." The elder woman chuckled in unsettled manner. 

First and foremost, Lorraine was a single mother of twins as she divorced her husband a couple of years, due to his abusive demeanor towards her and her children by affecting her mentality. The middle-aged woman was in her late 30s with strawberry blond wavy hair as its tresses peaked to her upper back, framing her angelic, spotless complexion though a handful of wrinkles were naturally tattooed on her complexion, as a result of aging. She was actually an accountant since finishing her university education. Her skin was as mossy and milky as snow, followed by her slightly chubby body structure and average height- 5'5. Her eye color was actually hazelish-green. Her twins- a son and a daughter, beared an unconditional semblance to her especially her son, Larry. 

"It's okay. We just wanted to say...Happy Early Halloween!" 

"1 day remains until Halloween. Isn't a bit early to celebrate?" The strawberry-haired lady muttered.

"Oh gosh!" In the meantime, the both young adults slapped their temples with the palms of their hands, scowling by playing it silly. "The stupid calendar bamboozled us. Or perhaps we thought it's already 31st of October since there are people, who carve their pumpkins." Wry giggles escaped the both childless adults as they pat gamely one another's shoulders.

"Well, what are you going to do now since you think it's 31st?" 

"We will see!" All of a sudden, they took off their slacks' pockets their knives by concealing them from the mother and her twins by sliting their throats momentarily as wicked chuckles zinged Samuel and Susan's lips as the decibels escalated, floating in the background as a handful of people's attentions were grabbed by their wicked chuckled, clamping their mouths with their hands in disgust by witnessing the gruesome scenery of the first victims of the carnage. 

Blood pool baptized the picnic blanket as the glasses of the liquids and the food were gorely-stained. 

--- ***  ---

"Sue, I don't have particularly clue why we're in this old-fashioned office as this fucking place doesn't look holy at all." Samuel and Susan were bending on the hardwood desks by awaiting the head of the mental institution to arrive in the office within a few minutes since their appointment was awaiting them and to receive their punishment for their misbehaving demeanor earlier today by opting to drag the young and naive nun, Mary Eunice, by tormenting her with sexual harassment and violating her, subsequently robbing her virtue which is the most precious thing about her.

"Oh! Let's not forget the boss of this place is another unhallowed dumbass just like the majority of the patriarchy. They're the abomination of the society!" The black-haired lady sighed dramatically as she pawed the edges of the hardwood bureau by linking her amber brown eyes with his honey brown, locking up his gaze. 

"I've never trusted the patriachy, Sue! Trust me! Their the biggest abomination and bigger than the offenders, themselves." The younger man fessed by exhaling abruptly.

"Look what we've got here!" All of a sudden, the office's door opened by the administrator of Briarcliff, who clapped sarcastically his mammoth hands by emitting a hoarse, jubilant, vile snicker, jolting his oral caverns. "Sue and Sam, what we should do with such psychopaths like ya for trying to rape one of the nuns and most of all sexually harassing her? Huh?" At the moment, he walked around them in circle, attempting to horrify them, due to his much higher position in the general population. 

"Whatever ya want, Mr. Asshole!" The older man responded in a whisper in teasing manner as the both older adults giggled fiendishly. 

"First of all, give me some respect, Samuel! Second, you haven't got the right to address somebody an asshole especially me. I'm your God and I'm deciding whether if ya belong in the solitary or in the mere wards like the majority of those cuckoos." The both inmates faked their nods as smug, mischievous grins danced across their dry lips as they followed each motion and manner of the man of the cloth in the corner of their eyes. 

"I don't owe somebody's respect unless we find a solution to your harsh behaviour towards inmates of us." Ironic chuckle was heaved from his throat as Father McKenzie swallowed a lump in his throat, casting a glare at him. "And let me get this straight, Monsignor! We're like the others...slaves in the bakery and working double shifts and watching the poor inmates being tortured in the most vicious way. I mean by being terribly treated by somebody, who has the money but hasn't got enough intelligence and the will power of sorting this shit in a madhouse. I think you're too young for this job, Monsignor!  Your age is as fragile as a child's one."

"Well, probably you're right, Sam!" In this moment, the priest got from his seat by strolling up to the inmate, who was bending on his desk as his oxford shoes clicked against the cement flooring, earning their eyeing. "I know by far what do ya mean but never underestimate somebody's age, just because of the responsibilities." Sadistically cocky grin distorted across his lips.

--- *** ---

"Oh my, Frank! I didn't expect ya on Halloween!" In the interim, the juvenile singer threw her arms by pulling the middle-aged man in a tight, warm and affable hug as she rested her head on his broad, muscular shoulder as his arms braced her upper back. "I heard ya screaming outside to that bitch."

"Well, I wanted to see ya with your parents though I doubted that stranger girl, who was outside and her aggressive attitude. And I knew right away, the things weren't fine as well." The former cop said shortly after breaking off the hug as Odette closed the front door by shutting and locking it up at last as Frank was kicking off his shoes. "I'm so happy to see ya, at least." A rejoicing smile honed up in the corner of his lips. 

"I'm happy either! They're now at the hospital as mom's baby kicks are as violent as little buns's hopping up." At the moment, they walked up to the kitchen as Frank sat on the kitchen table. "And they left me home alone."

"Ah, I see!" He scratched his head nervously, whereas the brunette stood in front of the grand refrigerator by pursing her lips uneasily. "I hope Judy is alright, because it's not her first pregnancy."

"Well, she has mustered with it! Do you care for treating you with something like drink or anything else?"

"Argh, nah except for a glass of water since my throat is so dry." Meantime, Frank replied carelessly by wiping his clammy palm in his pant's knee. 

"Okie dokie!" She took from the kitchen cabinets one ordinary, empty, untouched glass by filling it with some cool, fresh water and thereafter handing it to her recent guest in the two-story house. "Here ya go!"

"Thanks! You're so hospitable like yar parents."

"Why thank you! That's just a contagious phenomenon by evoluting in the future generations of my family as well." The young woman sat against the older man as her lips popped up.

"Yeah," He paused by sipping his glass of cool water which resuscitated his body and organs as they were no longer dry. "How is yar pregnancy so far?"

"It's fine! It's evident how is advancing." Another baby kick flinched her as her orbs widened suddenly and her mouth was agape. "Ouch! Jesus H Christ, this child is so energetic in the rainy nights!" She murmured ironically in severe pain after the baby kicked. 

"It looks like her favorite days are the rainy ones especially in the middle of the night."

"Who knows? Odet, I don't want to exhaust ya with a lot of questions and talking, however, who was this redhead outside?"

"Urm, she's one of the lead vocalists in Elsa's tonight show after I was falsely committed in Briarcliff!" Odette stuttered by struggling to spell each syllable since the panic befell her tonight with the occasional encounter with one of her foes, who seeks revenge bluntly from the future young mother. 

"She doesn't seem very good person. I mean, she tried to hurt you and she yelled bloodily, besides violating your privacy!"

"Yeah, Elsa told me Leah hates me so much and she's so disgusted, due to the fact Elsa has talked bunch of nice things about me, whereas Leah said I'm a love child of a whore and a toy boy."

"Ah! Screw Leah! I'm sure Elsa protected you behind yar back when this little bitch said those nasty things about ya and yar family."

"She did it!" Meanwhile Frank paid utterly attention to his hostess by swigging in a couple of sips his glass of water, emptying it lastly. "And Leah continued with her Drama Queen shit by judging me without knowing me in person."

"She's just jealous. What do you expect from the haters than nasty talking behind yar back and not knowing personally one another as people?"

In the interval, the phone rang which drew momentarily the both adults' attentions as Frank was the first one, who got from his seat by promising to answer the call instead of Odette by persuading her to go upstairs and rest since the pregnancy was fatiguing her to bones. 

"H-Hello? Who's calling?" The former policeman echoed through the earpiece, grasping it by keeping it past his ear.

"Oh hi, Frank! I didn't ya expect ya at home. You good?"

"Yeah, I'm doing fine! Is everything alright with the pregnancy, Judy?"

"Yeah, the twins are fine and I was in the hospital for ultrasound, despite the delay of these doctors, who verged to kill us with waiting like mindless zombies. We're on our way to home soon." Jude mumbled softly. 

"Alright! And if ya want to know where's Odette, she's in her bedroom by resting."

"Oh my, baby girl!" The native Bostonian evoked by gasping as she nibbled on her bottom, plumpish lip. "Is she doing alright too?"

"Yeah, after one stranger gal invaded the property until I spot her outside by rapping on the door violently and her tone was aggressive. Luckily, once she saw me, she ran away as a wounded hare in the rain!" 

"Oh, I see! Well, we will be back at home within a half an hour only!"

To be continued...

Author's Note: It's going to be the last chapter of the story! Are you happy? ;)