Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 8

You guys voted for the Crooked House - read on to see what happens when Kyle steps inside, and don't forget to vote for what you want to see tomorrow.

Kyle wasn’t entirely sure which one he wanted to do first, but the Crooked House did sound fun. Sure, crawling and wriggling through tight spaces would be a challenge in his ripped pants, but he had the cape on so it wasn’t like Wes or anyone else would see anything.

“Let’s do the Crooked House first. That sounds cool.”

“You’re gonna love it, my friend. Let’s do it!”

As Wes led the way to the Crooked House, he told Kyle about his latest boyfriend and what was going on with his job. He also asked whether Wes had heard from his ex and wanted to know all about how Kyle was getting on living alone.

“I guess one of the benefits of being single is you can be as free as you want. You can wear the tightest pants known to man to snare all the guys and no one will say a word.”

Kyle winced at another reference to his pants. “They’re just old. Wearing them wasn’t intentional, I promise.”

Wes held his hands up. “You look good in them. I’m just impressed. It’s so unlike you to show off that much.”

Kyle felt the blush rise to his cheeks and changed the subject to the fair and the other things they wanted to do whilst they were there.

When they reached the Crooked House, there was only a short line and Wes already had tokens to pay for admission. Kyle followed Wes through the front door when it was their turn, and they were immediately in a hallway that seemed to narrow down to a door that was barely big enough to get through when crawling.

“I told you this place was fun, but it completely messes with your head,” Wes said with a chuckle. “After you.”

Kyle felt a little nervous about having to be the one that went first, but he guessed that Wes had already done it, so wanted to give Kyle the opportunity to explore it without someone leading him.

The hallway ceiling got lower and lower until Kyle had no choice but to get on his hands and knees. He tried to lower himself as carefully as he could, but as soon as he bent forward, he felt the rear seam rip more. Mercifully, it wasn’t a loud rip, so he hoped that Wes hadn’t heard anything. The question was, how much more had it ripped?

“Do we have to worry about other people rushing us?” Kyle asked, looking behind them towards the front door.

“I don’t think so,” Wes said, turning to look at the front door as well.

Kyle took the opportunity to put his hand under his cape and inspect his pants, and sure enough, the rear seam had ripped open a few more inches and he could feel most of his butt crack. If anything, these pants were now as slutty as Wes had implied they were.

“Better get moving just in case,” Wes said, nodding towards the small door.

Kyle shuffled forwards on his hands and knees, relieved again that he’d worn such a long cape. He opened the door handle and pushed open the door to reveal a room that was on a slant, the left side low, the right side high, another door at the far end. Thankfully, there was room at least to stand.

“This is weird,” Kyle said as he stood up, feeling like he’d fall over at any second.

“The trick is to take small steps and to focus on the foot that’s lower down.”

Kyle nodded and started a slow walk across the room, grabbing the bizarrely shaped furniture for support as he moved.

When he reached the next door, he threw it open only to be met with the confusing sight of a dimly light corridor that curved around to the right, but the corridor was barely waist high.

“Time to crawl again,” Wes said from behind him.

“Sure is,” Kyle grudgingly agreed.

Kyle dropped down to his knees and pushed his butt backwards, but as he did so, there was an audible rip this time, and his pants suddenly felt much looser. Without even inspecting them, Kyle knew that they’d ripped all the way down to the crotch hole that was there before and now he had one giant hole.

Fuck!