Halloween Night

The vivid moon hung bright and full in the starless coal-black sky. Under dense swirls of sinister clouds, its pale beams gleamed through bare tree branches casting ghostly, deformed shadows on the asphalt footpaths. Bitter, icy wind raged across the remote October streets, sending crisp, golden leaves gusting across the road in a wild pirouette. Odd, muffled sounds echoed in the velvet darkness, as an owl’s mournful wail pierced the hushed night. It was a true Halloween hour, and yet another celebration party was in full swing.
The towering stone mansion stood wraithlike and formidable, looming under the ashen rays of the full moon, casting a long and ragged shadow on the parked cars, scattered below. At the entrance of the manor, stood two watchful Jack-O-Lanterns staring out from their flickering soulless eyes, with evil grins etched into their faces.
They were positioned to guard the stone chamber inside, where the party had hit its climax. A colossal chandelier hung from the ceiling overhead, blazing the dark room with a flickering crimson glow, while the surrounding disco lights pulsed hypnotically, bouncing off the tops of the dance floor attendants. Convincing bats fluttered across the vast chamber, as cobwebs trickled down the walls, and persuasive spiders crawled all over, making many shriek.
Hollowed out pumpkins were filled with cherry punch, topped with floating candles and lined along the massive room, throwing dancing eerie shadows on the stone walls. Wounded and gruesome mannequins were frozen in deformed positions, dragging themselves out of cardboard made tombstones which were set in the corners of the hall.
Infectious music blared deafeningly from the stereo (badoom badoom) as costume clad bodies twisted and writhed to the rumble of upbeat gothic melody that could be felt pounding beneath the shoes. The crowd was immense- some folks had taken tables and chairs as dancing platforms due to the lack of space. Some toppled over blinded by the icy fog from the smog machines that hazed across the chamber.
Though most people were shaking their hips on the dance floor, some idled on the crouches dragging on cigarettes; some were animatedly chitchatting, slurping drinks, while others leaned against the wall deep in conversation, as perspiration dewed on their faces.
Witches, vampires, zombies, ghouls, mummies- everyone seemed to have dressed as rather daunting creatures. One boy had taped cereal boxes to his clothing and held a knife in one hand –he claimed himself to be a cereal killer. Whilst some people weren’t dressed too vividly, others bore startling bloody fangs, velvet capes, broomsticks, and jagged bandages. It seemed as though a meeting in hell was taking place amongst the demons.
There was one distinctive figure though, of enchanting beauty , that seemed to be catching every one’s gaze. Long, thick eye lashes, as dark as midnight, fluttered upon her twinkling sapphire blue eyes, which effortlessly mesmerized any gaze that fell upon them. Her skin was the color of shining Ivory, with a tinge of a metallic rose that flushed her cheeks. Flawless champagne-blonde hair spilled down her back like a golden waterfall, over a cascade of deep emerald witch robes. Her lips were like a frozen rose.
There seemed to be a steady traffic where the feast was laid. The table was long, and draped in a massive pearl-white sheet, that emitted a ghostly glow. It groaned under the profound weight of food rested upon it. The delicious and scrumptious aroma of infatuating cooking wafted through the air, tingling taste buds. There were platters upon platters of Halloween inspired goods: fish in shape of fingers, chocolate eyeballs, bat stew, pumpkin pie, blood-curdling potato skins, green ghoulish gunk that squished between your teeth, witch sandwiches and much more. On the far end of the table, there were five massive cauldrons bubbling with green broth. Next to the cauldrons were sugary drinks which gushed from a Dracula’s mouth when the ear was pulled.
As the party proceeded, everyone seemed to be busy doing one thing or another, and though it was past the hour of midnight, no one looked ready to leave anytime soon. Bodies pounded against each other, jerking and twirling, cascading up and down like a wild fire. Chunky bracelets on thrashing arms jangled and clinked, while capes fell off and fake crooked noses were strewn across the floor. Cameras clicked and flashed in all directions, as girls posed with alluring pouts, and guys bared their fangs. Some were spotted making their way up a stone staircase that spiralled out of sight, whilst others cued up outside the toilets, evidently having had too much to gorge on. The scratches of the tree branches scraping against the window could be faintly distinguished, but then drowned as pool balls clicked and shuttered into their pockets, to applause of drunken hooting.
The witch that had had so many hypnotized, now blended in with the chaos of the rest of the party goers. Mascara dragged down her blotchy cheeks, as she clutched one brown eye looking for her missing contact. Her robes stuck to her with sweat and her flawless hair now shrivelled up in a frenzy of frizz. The smell of stale bear, smoke and sweat came emanating from her clothes.
As the night gradually drifted away, battered bodies dragged themselves out of what had been a bewitched Halloween night. In the distance, birds chirped the arrival of dawn as the sun shone its first rays across the dusky November horizon.