23:15People kept spilling in through the front door despite it already being an hour past the start time of the party. Cheesy Halloween music bleared throughout the dimmed horror house as guests filled the bottom floor and loitered against the balcony of the second. Everything looked great - better than the women had planned. Even the troublesome ghost streamers that had refused to stick to the ceiling that afternoon were now firmly laced around the ground floor and leading up the grand stairway. Earlier, Selene and Corrina had moved the breakable pieces of furniture to the far ends of the study and locked the door to leave even more room for tacky rubber skeletons, fake cobwebs and a smoking, dry-ice buffet table between the two sets of patio doors in the main room.
Selene had done her second round of patrolling the place, introducing herself to the people who'd turned up - The majority of them being the younger locals from town and the University forty-five minute's drive away. Most of those she'd met were nice enough and had commented about her risqué pin-up Frankenstein's Bride in a French maid's which showed off her feminine curves and the ink work covering a good portion of her thighs and upper arms. Some of them even noted on the history of the newly bought home; some of them not being able to help themselves with the relaying of the local legends about the cursed grounds her and her friend now lived on. Selene didn't believe a word of it. They were drunk and it was Halloween. It was prime real estate to terrify the newbies.
Weaving her way around a cluster of girls standing in the elaborate foyer, a large and highly contorted bunny head appeared from the kitchen with a triangle of home-made green quiche in one hand. It wasn't one of those comically bad plastic masks - It was more along the lines of a deformed Watership Down rabbit and Frank from Donnie Darko. It was actually quite terrifying with its googly, clouded eyes, mangled ears and crooked, humanoid teeth protruding from its ajar mouth. The rest of the body that the head belonged to was normal in comparison if you consider F-Cups stretching a tanktop and pale jeans so ripped they might as well not exist normal. Hoodie rolled up at the sleeves and left open to showcase an array of ink-work spanning across her upper chest, forearms, and some of her neck, the rabbit sneaked the food under the grotesque head. With biker boots left half untied and a bottle of Jack Daniels in her left hand, the woman looked like some kind of Manson-Freud brainchild.
The figure stopped in front of the kinky redhead. The oddity tilted its head to the left slowly without saying anything and then continued walking through the dim halls with nothing but a mock two-finger salute and an assault of bits of flying quiche crust. Selene downed her own drink from the red plastic cup in her hand. Shaking her head in knowing, she strut through the crowd, from the same direction which the seemingly seven-foot grey bunny had come from.
As people passed through the scarcely lit hallway, a blond male in a tight white t-shirt and fitted high waist jeans came down from the landing of the second floor. He'd been watching the barely intelligent conversations of the drunk masses as the red-haired home-owner interacted with her guests. He'd also noticed the female with the obscure costume wandering around giving no more than silent, unnerving stares to people who dared to acknowledge her. Skipping down off the last step, the blond guest squeezed past his peers as the bass pounded. He was never much for these kinds of get-togethers, but his friends had literally dragged him along. Since he was here, he may as well try to strike a conversation with those who would be likely to see more than most. And so, he followed the stranger who had caught his eye.
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Dreams of the Dead
Mystery / ThrillerEveryone is capable of something terrible - all they need is the right kind of push. Being highly proficient in the knowledge of horror movies, one would think that buying a long-abandoned house in the middle of nowhere would be an immediate red fla...