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What really happened that night

This is my failed attempt of writing a horror/Halloween story. It's not that scary.

It was nearly midnight and the moon was almost hidden by dark clouds. It was the night of a full moon and the new neighbours had invited the whole neighbourhood to their Halloween party. Nobody knew what would go down there. Not even the vampires and the werewolves, or the witches for that matter. At first it looked like a normal party. In Halloween style, of course. There were graves in the front yard and spiderwebs in every corner of the house. The punch, which contained alcohol and some other stuff, looked like blood and the candles did for as chopped off, bleeding fingers.

The hosts were dressed as a cute vampire couple. The neighbours on the right as werewolves and the ones on the left as witches and wizards.

As I said earlier, no one knew what would go down there. Not the vampires. Not the werewolves. Not the witches. No one knew what would go down there, no one remembered what went down there. Nothing about the drinking. Nothing about the turning. Nothing about the enchanting.

Yet it all started once it was exact midnight and the full moon was on its brightest. The dark clouds had driven away on the spooky Halloween night. The punch was served right before 12:00 but the first sip was drunk by one of the neighbours of the left house at exactly midnight.

It all happened so fast:

The werewolves went to the bathroom, to fix their costumes. The reality was different, they went to take off their costumes and turn into what they were.

The wizard asked his wife what was in the punch when he collapsed in a corner. His wife took a sip and collapsed too.

Iron. There must be some sort of Iron in it. The wife said and tried to stand up. They didnt want to make anyone suspect anything.

Where are the others? I only see the new neighbours here. Her husband stood up and fixed his pants.

They just walked in... Did something change about their costumes? The wife asked and the husband shrugged.

The witch couple walked to the vampires and asked what was in the punch with the excuse oh, we might be allergic, but before they even got there, they were attacked by one of the neighbours.

The vampires immediately threw a silver chain around it and the wolf fell in pain. The witches cast a spell on him without thinking about the vampires.

There they were. Standing in deaths triangle. Witches against Vampires against Werewolves. One could kill the other but, would they?

Then suddenly a child appeared, in the middle of the super naturals. It was one of the children from the house opposite of this one. None of the families invited them. The reason? The child was dressed as a grim reaper. The grim reaper.

And thats all they remembered. Of course they couldnt retell the story. Only the child could, but reapers dont talk. No soul ever set foot in that street again and thats how this story ends. With dead silence.