The house is dimly lit and covered in spiderwebs. Only some Jack-o'-lanterns scattered all over the place keep this place from being completely dark.
A young witch is making her deadly punch and serving it to the other invitees, whereas a vampire is doing whatever he can not to be offered garlic bread.
At the same time, a siren with purple and red hair is singing a deeply sad song, with everyone else dancing slowly at its rhythm.
As I realize I'm the only one who's not having fun, a ghost pulls me aside and kisses my lips.
[100 words]
This is a little (and silly) drabble I wrote for the contest held by @YA for Halloween Vault.