Eve's All Hollow
(a Jonas Silversmith story)
By Devin McTaggart
October 29 th, 2025
Ace Highsmith pulled his car into his designated spot, only to notice the garage door next to it was open. That meant, he had to assume, someone was either moving in or had moved into the condo next door to theirs, which had been vacant for the better part of two years. There had been some construction about six months ago, and a for sale sign had gone up and come down again, but it had been a few months that the sign was down and nobody had moved in, so Ace had guessed it had been bought up by a flipper who was sitting on the property, or who had plans to convert it into an AirBnB or something.
He was on the back half of his forties, pudgy and bearded, but he had a certain strong look about him. He'd been tired of telling people he wasn't a bear, that he wasn't into dudes, so he was starting to work out from time to time, hoping it would take. His long, stringy hair was pulled back into an almost hippie-ish ponytail, and his leather jacket was covered with patches like a biker gang member's, except his were covered in patches for various video games and events. Still, it made him look a bit tougher than he normally did.
He hopped out of his car, grabbing his bag with his freshly made deli sandwich and his bottle of Orange Cream Coke, locked his car and moved to poke his head into the open garage door. "Howdy neighbor!" he said, spotting someone rustling around behind an open car door. The inside of the car looked like it was overflowing with a combination of groceries and supplies. "You need a hand with any of that?"
A woman in her mid-sixties with the most calamitous grey curly hair popped her head out from behind the car door. She was dressed in a patchwork outfit of far too many colors, fabrics and patterns to be able to pull any one theme out from among them. "Good lord, young man, would I!" she said with a contagious warm laugh. "Found myself in quite a tizzy! Too many supplies and not enough hands. Come, come! Grab a couple of bags and help me haul them inside of the condo. You must be one of my new neighbors. The complex is so quiet, nestled back in the groves of trees like this, and it seems like everyone keeps to themselves."
"Welcome to the Seattle Silent Social Club," he said with dry laugh. "A lot of these people are so exhausted when they get home from their tech jobs, they practically crawl into bed and immediately fall asleep. I mean, that's why what happened to Sunrise Sam did."
"Sunrise Sam?"
"Oh!" Ace laughed, picking up a couple of bags, carrying them from the garage into the unit. "Sorry, I figured the real estate folks must've told you about the estate you bought the condo from. Your unit used to be owned by a real nice guy named Sam Takeshi. Retired longer than either me or my roomie have lived here. We called him Sunrise Sam because every Friday at Sunrise, he'd be down at the entrance to the complex, no shirt and a pair of sweatpants on, just taking in the sunrise, rain or shine, snow or heatwave. Other than that, he mostly kept to himself, although you'd occasionally see him out and about. Anyway, first Friday of 2022 rolls along, no Sunrise Sam. People got a little worried, so they knocked on his door, and nothing. Called the cops for a wellness check, and as it turned out, Sam had died earlier in the week. They guessed maybe the Saturday or Sunday before. Heart attack, we think, but he was pretty old anyway, so you never know. Took a while to find his next of kin, so Sam's body was in this here kitchen over a week or two. Place had been sitting vacant since then. Hope that doesn't put you off or anything."
"Of course not," the woman said with a smile, as they brought in the last of the bags, setting them on the dining room table. "I've had more than my fair share of displaced spirits over the years, and I've learned to make friends with the best and worst of them. Can you hand me that bag to your left? Help me load all that into the fridge. All of that needs to remain cold."
Ace started unpacking the bag, and putting things one at a time inside of the mostly empty refrigerator, trying not to look too much at her groceries. A quick look at most people's groceries would often reveal quite a lot about them, so he just dutifully put things into the fridge quickly, not even bothering to put obvious packages of meat and sausage into the meat drawer, or vegetables into the veggie drawer. "Anyway, I'm Ace. I live next door with my roommate Jack, and no, we're not gay. The rent up here is just insane, so neither of us could afford to live on our own. We used to be World of Warcraft guildmates and when he moved up here from the SF Bay area, I needed a roommate to be able to afford my mortgage, so he moved in, and hasn't moved out since."
"I hear that's becoming more and more common on the coasts," the woman told him as she put things into her cupboards. "But that's good to know. My name is Althea Morningglove. I'm mostly retired myself these days, so I just wanted to have a nice quiet place to settle down and paint portraits for the rest of my days."
"Well, it should be pretty quiet here for you, Althea," Ace said to her.
"Should I be getting prepared for trick-or-treaters?" the woman asked him, an optimistic smile on her wizened face.
"I saw those boxes of full-sized KitKats and Snickers," he laughed. "Surely those aren't just for you to have on your own."
"I have wonderous appetites, and don't call me Shirley," she said with a wink. "But no, you're right. They're in hopes I'll get some children. That's always my favorite part of every year."
"We get a few dozen coming through the area most years, so I don't think you'll be too disappointed."
"Fantastic. Are you and your roommate going out?"
"No, unfortunately we're both on call that night, so we have to hang around our computers in case anything goes wrong, but that's okay. We're not much big party folks anyway. There's a neighborhood party the night after over in 2806. The host's name is Sandeep. He's super friendly. Just tell him you just moved in and he'll talk your ear off, I imagine." He looked around and saw they had gotten all the bags into her kitchen while they talked. "Looks like you're all set. Anyway, we live just next door, so if you need anything, just swing by and we're happy to help."
"Thank you, dear boy. Blessings on you and your house for all your aid. I'll see you soon!"
Ace would look back and think that maybe blessing was the wrong word.
* * * * *
October 31 st, 2025
Eve adjusted her skirt, tugging it down. It didn't cover as much as it used to three years ago, back when she was a senior in high school, but she didn't mind too much. Looking slutty for parties was in fashion on campus, and she was going to get the attention of some of the Sigma Chi boys tonight even if it killed her. The purple-colored stripes of the tiny skirt matched the ones in her jet-black hair, and it was a battle between which white was lighter - that of her flesh or that of the rest of cheerleading outfit from her old high school. She'd done her makeup to be a little more goth-y than normal with black lipstick and heavy blush on her cheeks.
Her friend Dawn had decided to dress as aerobics instructor from the eighties, but instead of doing a lycra top, she'd just gone for a neon green sports bra that contrasted with her wheat-colored hair. Her leggings were also bright neon green, though, and were bright enough to distract cars in low light at night. Eve knew her friend didn't have anywhere near as impressive tits as she did, but she would've killed for that taut, toned tummy Dawn had on display.
Their other friend and roommate, Layla, had gone a similar route to Eve, wearing an old outfit of hers from years back, except Layla had chosen her uniform from her time as St. Margeret Mary's Preparatory School. The redhead had her hair pulled back into a tightly braided ponytail that hung down the center of her back, with her Oxford white shirt partially unbuttoned, the tie loosened around her neck, part of her lacey black bra on display peeking out from the crevice down the middle. Her tartan skirt wasn't as scandalously short as Eve's cheerleading skirt was, but it was far racier than it had been when Layla had been in high school three years ago.
None of the three of them would be sleeping in an empty bed tonight, Eve thought to herself. That much was absolutely certain.
The three girls had been renting a condo starting a few months back in this nice, nestled complex where nobody even cared if they threw parties as long as they kept the noise down after 1 am, which was generally fine for them. They were all juniors at University of Washington, but had decided after their sophomore years none of them wanted to live on campus, so they'd just gotten a three-bedroom condo to rent out for the next few years. It was super cute, and it meant when they just wanted to get away from it all, they had their own space to do so.
"You sure it's cool for us to trick'r'treat around the complex, Eve?" Layla asked, as she too tugged on her skirt nervously. "I mean, aren't we, like, too old for that?"
"Relax, bitch," Eve giggled, slapping her friend on the shoulder. "We'll give a few fathers a few mild heart flutters, get some glares from some moms, and maybe some people will give us candy, but it's mostly just an attempt to get some feedback on our Halloween costumes before we head over to the Sigma Chi party tonight. This is just, like, a test to see if we're not slutty enough, just the right amount of slutty or too slutty."
"I thought you said there wasn't such a thing as too slutty," Dawn grinned.
"Well, just because I don't think there is doesn't mean everyone agrees with me." She opened the fridge and grabbed her bag of rotten eggs that had been sitting in her fridge since they'd moved in. "And that'll give us the chance to these things on'em!"
"God, Eve, really?" Layla said, frowning a little. "Isn't that, like, too mean even for us?"
"We'll save them for people who really deserve them, Layla... don't worry."
Half an hour later, they were walking through the complex, and Eve's read had been right on. For the most part, the fathers who had answered the doors had been too agape to even remember they were holding their baskets of candy out and forgetting to even say anything. A couple of the women who'd answered had refused to give them candy, saying they were too old. The girls had egged their houses or cars when they could. But they'd done so quietly, so they wouldn't get caught until it was too late.
The condo they were approaching had been dark when they'd first moved in a few months back, but now it was covered in decorations and the girls hoped based on how brightly lit it was that there would be a father who was handing out treats while his wife was taking their children out trick'r'treating. So all three girls rushed up to the door, put as much cleavage as they could on front street and then rang the doorbell. As soon as the door started to open, the three shouted "Trick or treat!" as loud as they could in their highest pitch possible.
When the door opened, the three saw Althea dressed in a traditional witch's costume, with a fake wart on her fake nose, a giant black cloak over a simple black dress. She even had on the tall pointy hat. "Who be lurking on me porch under witching hour?" she cackled as she opened it before laying her eyes on the trio of coeds standing there, holding out pillowcases expectantly. Althea frowned as she saw them, shaking her head. "Aren't you three too old for this?"
"You're never too old for fun and trick or treating!" Eve said with a giggle in the older woman's direction. "Now give us some candy!"
"I don't think so, dearies," Althea sighed. "Take your skanky outfits and go hang out at parties with people your own age and try not to get knocked up while you're drunk."
That was the point where Eve lost her temper. "Screw you, faux witch!" Eve said, reaching into her bag, grabbing one of the rotting eggs from her pouch, tossing it straight at Althea's chest. The egg shattered and the rotten innards of the thing dripped down and seeped into the dress. "Ha ha! Sucks to be you, grandma!" she shouted as the trio laughed and darted off Althea's porch stoop, tossing a few more eggs her way before dashing around the corner.
Behind them, they could hear the sound of the woman chanting and cackling as it suddenly got much harder to focus. The trio stopped their giggling and slowly moved back towards Althea's door, only to move over to the condo next door, ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and Ace's roommate Jack stood there dressed in a pirate costume, holding a bucket of candy. Jack's skin was a deep shade of brown, his parents both Mexican immigrants, his black hair habitually a bit shaggy and in need of a haircut. He was about to say something when all three girls rushed him pushing him into the condo, stepping in after him, closing the door behind them. They backed him up onto a stairwell, and Jack nearly fell back onto the stairs as Eve and Dawn moved to pin him there.
"Wh-wh-what's happening?" Jack managed to sputter out.
"Sssshhhhh..." Eve said, placing a fingertip over his lips as Dawn unbuttoned his pants quickly. "You're getting the treat a good boy deserves." She giggled as Dawn practically ripped his pants and boxers down to his knees before she wrapped her head around the tip of his cock and pushed her face down hard onto it. "Look at that. My sorority sister's a good little cocksucker, isn't she? I like watching her work. That's it, Dawn... go deep on that shit."
Jack's eyes were wide as dinner plates, and he didn't seem to know what to do with himself, even as he felt Eve taking one of his hands, bringing it up underneath her cheerleader skirt to rub against the purple bloomers that suddenly felt incredibly damp to the touch, the goth-y girl moaning a bit, her eyes rolling closed in delight.
"Good boy," Eve purred. "You can pull them aside, shove your face right up against my muff and go diving..."
At that moment, Ace came around the corner from the kitchen, dressed as a vampire. "Hey Jack, you okay? I heard the door slam and then a crash an--" He didn't finish the sentence because Layla charged at him and jumped, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she pressed her lips in a firm kiss against his, his hands grabbing her hips to keep her from falling purely out of reflex.
"That's it," Eve said. "You take that one for now, Layla, and we'll handle this one."
"What the hell is going on?" Ace managed to say in between Layla's lips mashing against his.
"We're your Halloween treats," Layla said to him as her hands moved to unbutton his trousers. Once she had shoved them down to his knees, she turned around and ground her ass back against his crotch, letting him feel that pleated skirt of hers grinding against his cock through his very non-vampire-like boxers. "Although I think I'm getting a treat for myself, aren't I? You're a big boy, Count. I can't wait to drain you..."
Jack tried to use his free hand to push Eve away, but the goth cheerleader had all the leverage and Jack felt like he couldn't bring himself to resist what they were doing to him, especially as Dawn's head bobbed up and down on his cock, slurping and licking his shaft like she was doing it for some unseen camera, or maybe like she was auditioning for those kinds of movies.
"Uh uh," Eve scolded. "Let her work. You've never met a thirstier cocksucker in all your life. She wants you to give her something to swallow. She's dying for it. But you're thinking too hard. Here, let me distract you..." Eve moved to get on her knees and straddle his face on one of the wooden steps, pulling her panties aside to grind her bare snatch against his face. "Fuck, I feel so empty, so hollow..." Eve whimpered. "Like my head holds only two thoughts... fucking and getting fucked... you can do that for me, can't you? To me?"
"C'mon, mister vampire... you can feel it too, can't you?" Layla purred at Ace before reaching back to pull his boxers down to join his pants around his knees. "Fffuuuuuuuccckkkk... I certainly can... that big, thick dick rubbing against my tight skirt and my soaked cotton panties..."
Ace felt like his body was being slowed down, or his will was being tapped into by someone else, as the redhead moved to bend herself over the arm of their couch, tugging up the skirt and pulling her panties to one side. He knew that he shouldn't, that this whole thing was some sort of strange fever dream, but his body had plans, and they involved him fucking the hell out of that girl. He leaned forward, lined the head of his cock up with her slit and shoved himself right inside of her cunt with a wet, satisfying squish, her walls clinging to him and starting to tremble just from his penetration of her.
He glanced over and saw the gothic cheerleader had straddled his roommate and was pogoing herself up and down in his lap on the steps while the blonde had her head between their legs, presumably lapping at his roommate's balls, but thankfully the position prevented him from seeing any of his roommate's junk. He had enough control of his own body to be able to look at the right of him, even as he felt the redhead trying to clamp down, her moans growing more ferocious and louder, until finally, his body was at the breaking point, and his orgasm consumed him with white light then darkness.
* * * * *
November 1 st, 2025
Jonas Silversmith stepped out of the portal with his trusty assistant Kelly at his side. It was early afternoon, and the condo complex seemed nice and quiet for a Saturday. Kelly looked annoyed and he looked amused. "I'm not sure I understand, boss," she said, looking up to him. "How can there be two requests for help so close to each other?"
"Because I suspect one is tied to the other," Jonas said, choosing his words carefully. "But we will see soon enough." He reached his hand up and knocked on the two, with two quick taps, and almost immediately, the door answered as a tired and frustrated Althea looked at him.
"Hey Jonas," she sighed. "I hate to bother you, but I think one of my spells has gotten away from me."
"On Halloween? No! You don't say!" Jonas said mockingly with amusement plain in his voice. "Next thing you'll be telling me you're having a spot of déjà vu."
"Didn't you just tell me that?" She grinned at him, giving him a sly wink. "Normally, I'm very good at keeping my spells in check, but it seems like a curse I cast last night is lasting a lot longer than I would've expected."
"Alright, what happened?"
"They're quiet now, but only just," she groaned. "A trio of neighborhood college girls decided to trick-or-treat here last night, and when I insulted them, they threw rotten eggs on me. So I cursed them with a short-term lust spell. They should've given a sexual favor to the next available man they saw and then run away in embarrassment. But instead, the three of them were up all night, banging each other nonstop. I've met the next-door neighbors. They're nice boys. A little lonely, but nice boys. They deserved to have a little fun."
"Have you met them?"
"I have!" she said with a smile.
Jonas smiled softly, shaking his head, realizing what had happened. "And you didn't happen to, say, notice anything about one of them?"
Althea frowned every so slightly. "Was I supposed to have?"
The Dragonborn rubbed his eyes with a slightly weary smile. "Yes?"
"Then no, I'm sorry, I didn't."
"And the name wasn't a giveaway?"
The witch looked confused. "...no?"
"C'mon," Jonas laughed. "Let's go clean up your mess."
They headed out the front door of their condo and walked down a little bit to the next porch over, knocking on the door. "It's not really a good time," Ace's exhausted voice said from the other side of the door.
"Ace, it's Jonas."
"Oh, thank fuck," Ace said as he opened the door. He had on his boxers and a t-shirt that looked like it had been slightly torn at the neck. He also looked like he wanted to pass out and sleep for a week. "I don't know who I pissed off, but someone sent a trio of girls at us like heat-seeking missiles." He gestured to the couch, where the redhead was asleep under a blanket. "Jack's passed out upstairs with the other two, but I'm a little worried he's dehydrated, with how ragged they ran him."
"I didn't intentionally send them at you, Ace," Althea said. "Although I don't understand what happened. I'm usually very good with my spells and their durations."
"Oh, so you're an actual witch," Ace said, nodding wearily. "Yeah, okay, that explains it."
"Didn't you introduce yourself properly, Ace?"
Ace sighed with a little shrug. "I gave her my full name. That's usually enough."
"What am I missing here?" Althea asked.
Jonas placed his hand on her shoulder. "Althea Morningglove, apparently I need to introduce you to Ace Highsmith, of the West Coast Highsmiths, better known as the Booster Family."
"Oh balls," she said.
Ace was one of the ten members of the West Coast Highsmith family, a very special and unique bloodline in the history of the world. The Highsmiths were unable to use or cast magic themselves, but their proximity to existing magic would boost the intensity by somewhere between an order of magnitude and ten orders. They were often brought in for experimental magic, or to assist in casting long-lasting (even permanent) enchantments without needing to expend quite as much energy.
The last few years, the Highsmiths' services hadn't been in large demand, mostly because people weren't worried about longevity for their works. The Highsmiths didn't even have much in the way of control of their abilities, meaning the witch's curse had been like a gas tank that had accidentally just had a cup of nitro poured into it.
"Can you undo it, Jonas?" Ace said. "The goth girl in particular's started to go a bit brainless. She was basically a drooling sex zombie when she finally passed out about two hours ago."
"Yeah, I can get it fixed," Jonas said with a sigh, as his fingers started working to unweave the enchantments in the air. "What do you want for recompense? Don't be afraid to ask big. This is a big one, so aim high."
"You know that gorgeous Asian woman who plays poker for living? Set us up for a dinner date before the end of the year, and I'll forget all about this. I'm not asking for anything serious - just a chance to sit and enjoy the company of a brilliant, beautiful woman for a few hours. She doesn't even have to pretend to like me, although it wouldn't hurt if she could be nice for the night."
"Done and done." Jonas turned to look at Althea. "As you, miss... try to be a little more subtle when you're taking your revenge against the locals, and don't let the collateral get out of hand."
"Oh, blow it out your ass, Jonas," Althea giggled.
The magic community's collection of fringe players, Jonas realized, was weird.