The Halloween Party

My friend Ned is having a massive Halloween party this year and I cannot wait to go! We became friends many months ago and I already consider him a good friend. He moved to a new house recently and I haven't been to it before, so he texted me the address and said the excess Halloween decorations and flashing rave lights should give it away. My parents don't want to take me because they're going to a Halloween party of their own. It's probably a dumb party where stupid old people hang out. Meanwhile Ned's party is crazy cool and totally radical. I can't wait!
I pulled up in my car while "Thriller" played on the radio. The night is still young, I can feel it. I got goosebumps when I rolled down the car window and peered at the house. It looked stunning and creepy to say the least. The work done to it to make it look like an old beat-up haunted house is insane. There's even a zombie actor in front yard that rose from a grave and ate a fake rat from off the ground. I never seen anything so elaborate and this was only the outside. Imagine what it's like inside!
I passed the crazy Halloween decorations and made my way up the stoop. There was a tall man dressed as Nosferatu wearing sunglasses standing in front of the door holding a clipboard. His make-up was crazy good, especially with those long, dirty fingernails. I thought he was cool until he dug his fingernail into the flesh of my hand. I pulled my hand back and looked at my bloody cut. "Ow! What was that for?" I cried. He didn't answer, and put his finger in his mouth, sucking on my blood. "Ah! Very good. You must come in!" Nosferatu said before letting me in. That was very... weird, but whatever. I'm not gonna let it ruin my night. Blood be dammed!
Inside was a crazy rave with everyone dressed in unique ghoulish costumes. They all put my cruddy vampire costume from the local supermarket to shame. There was a punch table and right next to it were large speakers and someone dressed as a ghost as the DJ. I'm not very good at dancing, so I'll grab a glass of punch and vibe along. On the punch table was an awesome skeleton fountain with blood pouring out of a skull on top. Man, Ned really outdid himself with this party. I put my red cup up to the giant skull and pressed the pump to get the punch out. Before I took a sip I noticed how thick it was. I took a drink and spit it out immediately. It tasted just like fake blood, or at least, pretty close to it. Ugh, it was probably put there as a joke. Blood be dammed again!
"Need a hand?" a guy in a mummy costume asked while putting his hand on my shoulder. I spun around and his arm snapped off his shoulder and fell to the floor. He began laughing, and so did I. But it made me back up a little, accidentally bumping into a cloaked figure wearing a jack-o'-lantern for a head. Fire came out of the jack's mouth when I bumped into him. "Whoa! Sorry!" I exclaimed. The figure took his pumpkin head off his body, revealing a brain with eyeballs attached underneath. The nervous system was exposed too, and appeared to be made of pumpkin wire. My jaw dropped, because this is like the fourth incredible special effect I've seen here today. I've got to find Ned and ask him how he was able to pull all of this off.
In the middle of the ghouly rave was someone in a ghost sheet flailing their arms around in the air, which I found suspicious. It's got to be Ned. As I got closer, I noticed I couldn't see their feet. I ripped the sheet off and to my shock and dismay, there was no one there! Okay, what is going on, because that is NOT a special effect. I backed up and bumped into something huge. I looked back and saw Frankenstein's monster, but he was like 9 feet tall. I took a deep breath. I think it's time for me to catch a break, because I'm very overwhelmed by all this right now. I exited the main party area and found a narrow hallway with doors on each side of the walls. Unlike the loud and crowded party area, there was no one in the halls, and it was unusually quiet.
I opened one of doors, but it was just a brick wall. No room. The next door I tried lead to a room, but it was pitch black. I rubbed my hand on the wall inside and flicked on the light switch. The dim light reveled a slimey bathroom with a green tint to it. It looked like it hadn't been clean in years. I can't believe Ned went through all this effort just for a one-night Halloween party. His budget must've been nuts. Anyway, I need to get this taste of fake blood out of my mouth. So I turned on the sink but inside of water, a geyser of blood shot out of the sink and sprayed me in the face. I gasped as it took some of my breath away. I fumbled and waved my hands around trying to shut off the sink. When I did, my whole outfit was covered in blood. My heart dropped the next second later when I heard laughter. I wiped the blood from my eyes and saw the toilet had a mouth and eyes and was laughing at me.
I got out of the bathroom as fast as I could, while screaming my head off. I ran further away from the main area and found myself in another hallway, this one much longer. Doors were opening and slamming shut by themselves, as did the windows, which made an intense breeze of wind enter the house. I also heard the sounds of people screaming and being tortured. I was moving my head around like crazy trying to figure out what I should pay attention to, but rats kept scurrying by my feat while bats flew just over my head. I dropped to my knees and began crying. Why would Ned do this? I knew he was wealthy, but this is too much, I thought this was a Halloween party, not some kind of five-star haunted house attraction!
"Ned? Who's Ned?!" the zombified head asked in a horrible voice. I screamed my heart out before two long zombie-like arms popped out of the floorboards and dragged forcefully dragged me down. The floorboards shattered and I was dragged away by the zombie creature. In my last moments I knew I was invited to the wrong house. Stupid me should've double-checked the address. Or maybe Ned texted me the wrong one? Or maybe this is the right address and Ned decided to let the ghouls of Halloween infest his house. Regardless, I'm corpse food. I'll be chopped up and served to the ghouls of Halloween on Thanksgiving. How do I know this? Because the zombie whispered it in my ear before he tore my flesh off.
"Has anyghol seen Ashton? He was suppose to be here a while ago. I hope he didn't go in the Corpse Master's Hallway, otherwise he's a goner." Ned said to the party.
Category:Halloween
Category:Parties
Category:Blood/Gore