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An obsidian sky hung over the man with a heavy overcoat that clung to his shoulders. An eerie abode soon came to view, and with huffs of condensed breaths, the man rang the doorbell.

There was a low thrum of beating and jubilant ambiance that bled through the webbed walls and blood splattered glass.

For just a moment, the void like darkness dissolved as the heavy clouds shifted in the brisk wind. Sickly silver light shimmered on the plastic decorations and mid-sized suburban house, casting the fake impressions away with an unsettling glow.

The door opened, unleashing a lurid kaleidoscope of light. A beaming girl enthusiastically waved the visitor in. The throbbing clarified to a heavy bass line and muffled murmurs resolved into a succinctly blurred chattering. As the man entered, he mused at the once in a double decade full moon.

Amongst the revelry, he spotted several tables laden with appropriately themed refreshments and appetizers, constantly swarmed by a large, writhing conglomerate of snacking party goers. The visitor slid a tongue across his lips, glad to know that he needn't worry about being hungry tonight.

Though not everyone was in costume, there was still an eclectic myriad of costumed individuals. The visitor pulled his overcoat tight. Perhaps he could pass as Inspector Gadget, though it wasn't as though there was a costume competition - no one was spending too much time scrutinizing one another.

It was long before midnight and much of the festivities had already broken down to various drinking games. With it, the energy and zest of the party seemed to creep higher: already, there were reports of Halloween decorations being unusually accosted, so when a scream ripped through the joyful cackles and hysterical shouts, no one seemed to notice.

The visitor astutely noted the scream, and shivered despite the coat he drew over himself. A moment passed before they found the body in the washroom.

At first, as was natural, the host was praised on the unsettlingly impressive Halloween prank. When she, aghast, denied any involvement, the first calls to 911 were made - in vain. Phone lines were dead. All internet services ceased. Finally, the inebriated attendees began to panic. The man found himself knocked from every side by all the agitated people, and growled slightly under his breath. Were it him, he would have kept his composure, rather than screech like beheaded banshees. As though it could afford him any protection, he drew at his coat tighter still, despite becoming far too warm for comfort.

"The doors won't open!" came a fright stricken voice from the front door. All at once, what little suppressed tension split like the cracked skulls that adorned the front door. Some individuals had managed to calm down, secluding themselves slightly, either believing the whole clamour was an elaborate prank while others simply had faith in solving the mystery. The man sunk closer to them, a bit relieved to find some reprieve from the chaos. It was really hurting his ears.

Of course that didn't last too long. All the frantic movement had turned the party into a horror themed sauna, and the visitor began to pant slightly, wishing he could take his coat off. The coat was a bit damp, but the moisture was entirely too warm for his liking.

Another explosion rippled through the crowd as three more bodies were found. Wisely, the man extricated himself from the scene, as did many others, who, despite their proximity, had failed to notice what caused the gruesome event.

The man began to shift uncomfortably, glancing out the windows anxiously. Soon, he hoped. Those same windows were being assaulted with chairs and other items, much to the horrified host's chagrin.

The visitor sniffed, and stifled a cough, the whole place smelled of sweat, alcohol and straight up fear. And blood. Too much blood. His nose twitched as he tried to find other spaces away from those attempting to flee. It did little good.

More bodies were soon found, those that had also avoided the chaos in the front. The visitor was breathing hard, pacing about to burn off his nervous energy. Click. Click. Click. Drip. Drip. Drip. A finger began to point to him and he startled.

Then another, and another. Then a holler, a scream. The visitor took a deep sniff and his furry ears perked up. At last. The tightly drawn coat burst from his frame, as did the front door and the windows.

A bloody grin spread across his canine visage as the clock struck midnight - the party had just begun.