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“I
don’t know if you’d enjoy it, my family’s parties are pretty out there,” she
warned.
“Come
on, I promised the club I’d get them in,” her eager friend prodded her
shoulder. “Is it really so exclusive you can’t invite a few ‘friends’ once and
a while?”
“No,
it’s just, I don’t think the parties are what you think they are,” she
explained.
“What
are they all adult and high-brow?” the friend mocked.
“Well,
no it’s-” she began.
“Then
it should be fine, we’re all adults here,” the friend assured.
“Barely,”
she mumbled, “fine, I’ll get you in, but promise to be on your best behavior.”
“Or
what? Your mommy won’t let us play anymore?” her friend laughed.
“No,”
she sighed, “for your own safety and mine, promise me okay?”
“Sure
whatever,” her friend brushed her off.
“Promise
me,” she almost yelled.
“Fine,
I promise I’ll be on my best behavior,” the friend relented, “now I’ll go tell
the others, see you Saturday!” With that, her friend ran off with a skip in her
step.
“What
have I done?” She buried her face in her hands.
~--~
Late
that Saturday night, the friend and six others in various stages of fancy
dress, headed to the party early. The friend knew the address but hadn’t
actually visited the home before, so it took them longer than expected. They
eventually arrived at a large black gate, with the address posted on it and an
intercom to the side.
“Is
this the place?” A large man among the six asked.
“Think
so,” the friend shrugged and reached for the intercom, “hello is this the-”
“Yes,
we’ve been expecting you,” the intercom flared to life and interrupted the
friend. The gate opened immediately after and revealed a winding road up to a
large mansion. Surprised, but unconcerned, the group of seven trudged up the
path to the estate and knocked on the door. A familiar face opened it to greet
them.
“Oh,
you guys are early,” she greeted her friend while dressed in an old fashion
blouse, a belt with a heavy metal buckle and a pair of sturdy leather boots.
Almost like she stepped off the set of a pirate movie or similar period piece.
“Come on in,” she welcomed them. The seven stepped into the mansion, only to be
greeted by a perplexing sight. The inside was elaborately decorated to appear
like a medieval tavern. Complete with tables, animal trophies, and wooden
chandeliers. There was even a full functioning bar lined with barrels of
alcohol.
“You
didn’t tell me it was a costume party,” the friend commented.
“Well
it’s not,” she stated sheepishly, “I mean they’re going for a bit of a retro,
rustic vibe tonight, but...” She trailed off.
“How
much more retro can you get?” A blonde girl from the group pointed out.
“You’d
be surprised,” she replied, “just remember this is not a costume party, this is
how we dress. Also, don’t wander off alone with any strangers tonight.”
“Whatever
mom, we’ll be fine,” the large man rolled his eyes.
“Go
over to the food table and eat something for now,” she pointed them towards the
far side of the room, “the other guests will be here soon.” The group of seven
shrugged and went over to the food while she headed off in another direction.
“What’s
her problem?” A brunette girl from the group asked while she picked up a plate.
“No
clue, maybe she’s worried we’ll embarrass her,” the friend guessed. “Or, she’s
worried her family will embarrass her, who knows?”
“What
was that about not wandering off with strangers?” A short guy recalled, “does
she have a creepy uncle coming to this or something.”
“Sure
hope not,” the blonde girl commented as she took a piece of chicken from the
table, “eww what’s this.” She pointed towards a bowl on the table, filled with
a viscous red liquid.
“That’s
definitely a little ripe,” the large man plugged his nose, “what are those
balls floating in it? Wait are those, eyeballs?” The other members of the group
snapped their view on the bowl as he pointed that out, and several of them
gagged.
“Talk
about dedication to the theme,” the friend exclaimed, “yet this isn’t supposed
to be a costume party? What sort of people does her mother hang out with?”
“I
think we’re about to find out,” a lanky man from the group pointed to the front
door, where guests had begun to pour in. At first, they seemed reasonable
enough. More people dressed like they were at a Renaissance fair or a LARP;
however, that quickly changed. A few tall figures with pale skin and red eyes
entered, wrapped in inky black capes. Then a few large, green gentlemen
arrived, with tusk-like teeth and claw-like fingers, but then it got strange.
Floating balls of energy, squid-like tentacles monsters, and beings of pure
shadows began to stream into the room. Winged beings with a glowing presence,
horned figures with cleft hooves, giant lizards that walked on two feet and so
many more also entered. To say it was a diverse party would be a gross
understatement.
“This
isn’t a costume party?” The blonde girl blurted out in shock.
“I
don’t think that’s a costume,” a ginger girl in the group pointed towards one
of the tentacle monsters. “That definitely isn’t a costume,” she gestured at
one of the balls of energy.
“This
answers some questions, I think,” the friend exclaimed. Out in the crowd, the
group could barely see a familiar face mingle among the masses, laughing with a
group of the big, green men.
“This
party is going to rock,” the large man stated, earning a few choice looks from
the rest of the group. “No seriously look,” he pointed towards the door, where
an immense being of pure rock entered into the room.
“Come
on, let’s mingle,” the short guy walked into the crowd, the rest of the group
began to follow one by one. The friend was last, and as she left the food
table, she noticed the tall, pale individuals taking drinks from the bowl full
of eyeballs.
‘What
have I gotten myself into?’ The friend thought to herself as she disappeared
into the crowd.
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When someone asks you "are you sure," or similar warnings, listen to them.I've actually had this idea in my head for a couple years now, but I didn't know what to do with it. Honestly I could easily expand this into a much longer story, maybe even a novel (note to self: do this one day). I don't know if it would be a comedy, horror, or a mixture of the two, but I can see potential.
Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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