Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 31, 2014 6:15:22 GMT -5
You have had it up to HERE with the creepy house parties and the dark atmosphere and the cackling winds--what say you take a break from all the scariness usually associated with the holiday? You decide, at least for now, that that's a decent idea, and continue walking along the coastline--the numerous scary stories by which you've educated yourself dictate that 99.99% of all ghost/creep encounters occur in a forest. And well they should! The shade, the atmosphere, the unlimited possibilities of creatures running rampant would set just about anyone careless enough to not bring a lantern on edge.
But here, it is mostly quiet, save for the little slice of moon gently tugging on the waves (which swish lovingly around your ankles) and the distant sound of a killer bass drop.
Wait.
Oceans don't make that sound.
You look up from admiring a stray cowrie shell and notice a rather large house and a dock in the distance. All sorts of flashing colors, and, more importantly, LIGHTS, emanate from its windows. You grin, eagerly hoping for a dance break, and hear a wonderful cover of Don't Stop Believing.
Karaoke? You grin wider and race towards the house. This night just keeps getting better and better.
From afar, the house was large, but up close, it's absolutely grand, almost as if it was a movie theater from times past. Swirls and various coats of arms are carved in tidy array on the walls and the massive oaken doors. And could those be...?
"Knockers!" You whisper, trembling with the childish fun of raising the great iron ring and thrusting it onto the door. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Unfortunately, you timed it perfectly with the bass.
So, as custom dictates, you decide to open the door, figure no one would mind one extra person taking a dance break, and are shocked by two things:
There is someone waiting on the other side, dressed as if she was about to go on some Arctic expedition...
And there seems to be no one else in this brightly lit house. Mildly unsettling, but of course, that can be deflected with a little flattery and winning the woman over.
"I saw the lights and heard the songs from far away, and wanted to join you," you utter smoothly and politely.
"Charming! Just charming! Do come inside," Although she gave you the invitation to enter, she yanks you by the wrist and slams shut the door behind you both.
"Run away--now!" a whisper hisses from one of the faint shadows.
You whirl around to the source of the noise and are relieved to find a parrot. "Oh, him?" She jerks her thumb behind her, pointing to him. "Got him at a Halloween festival. He just repeats what he hears." She waves him away. "Now if you will excuse me--"
The woman dashes off into the sudden darkness, and the entire house goes dark. Typical.
She reappears behind a turntable and you are finally able to see her AND the entire dance floor thanks to the strobe lights! You laugh and move to her mashup, eager to show off how you're practically a freeze frame every split second.
But wait--there are others on the dance floor--
Mildly disconcerting, but perhaps, like the woman in the furry boots, the other partygoers were lying in wait for you to have fun with them.
You stop dancing as ice fills your bloodstream after watching the other dancers. There are fun house mirrors on either side of the room, and everywhere, everyone seems to be...
twerking.[/b]
Egad, you thought you alone escaped the twerking sensation, but no, everywhere you go, people's ab muscles are being crunched like nothing else, and they're ALL shaking their rear ends as if the fate of the world depended on it! What's happened to humanity?!
The music fades a little and the woman's voice is magnified. "Oh, come now, you didn't expect to come to a Twerk-or-Treat party and not expect to get a treat!" Her devilish grin is heightened by the soft orange light slowly changing to red. "You have to do the former to get the latter, but I realize some of you may be shy. In that case, you're free to explore the house when I'm gone--I have to take care of a few errands soon. Feel free to talk to me in that time, or just have a look at the fish tanks. Those are in the basement.
I also have someone stationed in the kitchen if you've had enough dancing and twerking and want to eat something. But remember, I need to see you, and don't fret. I have a penchant for remembering faces.
NOW LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"
You slap your forehead, wondering how this lady got all mixed up about Halloween. In the deafening music, you can almost hear her murmur, "I hope I'm doing this right. I've never really done anything Halloween ish before...well, if there's one thing a lot of people are scared of, it's twerking."
As crazy as she might be, you have to admit she's right.
Will you:
stay on the dance floor and hope she doesn't catch you submitting to such a senseless trend
talk to the parrot
enter the kitchen
try to talk some sense into the hostess
climb the nearby ladder no one seems to notice
try to get candy from the hostess
Other?
But here, it is mostly quiet, save for the little slice of moon gently tugging on the waves (which swish lovingly around your ankles) and the distant sound of a killer bass drop.
Wait.
Oceans don't make that sound.
You look up from admiring a stray cowrie shell and notice a rather large house and a dock in the distance. All sorts of flashing colors, and, more importantly, LIGHTS, emanate from its windows. You grin, eagerly hoping for a dance break, and hear a wonderful cover of Don't Stop Believing.
Karaoke? You grin wider and race towards the house. This night just keeps getting better and better.
From afar, the house was large, but up close, it's absolutely grand, almost as if it was a movie theater from times past. Swirls and various coats of arms are carved in tidy array on the walls and the massive oaken doors. And could those be...?
"Knockers!" You whisper, trembling with the childish fun of raising the great iron ring and thrusting it onto the door. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Unfortunately, you timed it perfectly with the bass.
So, as custom dictates, you decide to open the door, figure no one would mind one extra person taking a dance break, and are shocked by two things:
There is someone waiting on the other side, dressed as if she was about to go on some Arctic expedition...
And there seems to be no one else in this brightly lit house. Mildly unsettling, but of course, that can be deflected with a little flattery and winning the woman over.
"I saw the lights and heard the songs from far away, and wanted to join you," you utter smoothly and politely.
"Charming! Just charming! Do come inside," Although she gave you the invitation to enter, she yanks you by the wrist and slams shut the door behind you both.
"Run away--now!" a whisper hisses from one of the faint shadows.
You whirl around to the source of the noise and are relieved to find a parrot. "Oh, him?" She jerks her thumb behind her, pointing to him. "Got him at a Halloween festival. He just repeats what he hears." She waves him away. "Now if you will excuse me--"
The woman dashes off into the sudden darkness, and the entire house goes dark. Typical.
She reappears behind a turntable and you are finally able to see her AND the entire dance floor thanks to the strobe lights! You laugh and move to her mashup, eager to show off how you're practically a freeze frame every split second.
But wait--there are others on the dance floor--
Mildly disconcerting, but perhaps, like the woman in the furry boots, the other partygoers were lying in wait for you to have fun with them.
You stop dancing as ice fills your bloodstream after watching the other dancers. There are fun house mirrors on either side of the room, and everywhere, everyone seems to be...
twerking.[/b]
Egad, you thought you alone escaped the twerking sensation, but no, everywhere you go, people's ab muscles are being crunched like nothing else, and they're ALL shaking their rear ends as if the fate of the world depended on it! What's happened to humanity?!
The music fades a little and the woman's voice is magnified. "Oh, come now, you didn't expect to come to a Twerk-or-Treat party and not expect to get a treat!" Her devilish grin is heightened by the soft orange light slowly changing to red. "You have to do the former to get the latter, but I realize some of you may be shy. In that case, you're free to explore the house when I'm gone--I have to take care of a few errands soon. Feel free to talk to me in that time, or just have a look at the fish tanks. Those are in the basement.
I also have someone stationed in the kitchen if you've had enough dancing and twerking and want to eat something. But remember, I need to see you, and don't fret. I have a penchant for remembering faces.
NOW LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"
You slap your forehead, wondering how this lady got all mixed up about Halloween. In the deafening music, you can almost hear her murmur, "I hope I'm doing this right. I've never really done anything Halloween ish before...well, if there's one thing a lot of people are scared of, it's twerking."
As crazy as she might be, you have to admit she's right.
Will you:
stay on the dance floor and hope she doesn't catch you submitting to such a senseless trend
talk to the parrot
enter the kitchen
try to talk some sense into the hostess
climb the nearby ladder no one seems to notice
try to get candy from the hostess
Other?
