Colors flashing, music blasting, people with realistic costumes; everything seemed as if it came from a horror movie. I tasted the stale food and forced myself to swallow. The punch was one of the sweetest punched my taste-buds had ever endured. I sat back from the crowd of goblins, witches, werewolves, vampires, and other fantasy creatures. I wanted to make new friends, but I wanted to study everyone to make sure I would make the right friends.
Sitting down at one of the tables, I noticed that everyone seemed to be having a good time except me. I slowly sipped the punch, examining everyone. Most of the people were inside dancing like wild animals, bopping their heads and stretching their necks like flamingos to the techno-thriller music. The minutes passed into hours, and then I noticed a gawking girl who was dressed up as a dwarf. She kept staring at me, and did not look away when my eyes met hers. She was alone at one of the other tables and I felt sorry for her.
Courageously, I stood and walked over to her table, struggling to find my voice. “W-Want some punch?”
She looked at me and answered, “You mean blood? Sure I’ll take some.”
I raised my brow, a little confused, but shrugged and headed to the fountain which contained the deep red punch. I stared at it and noticed how closely it resemble blood. It was dark, thick, and seemed as if they had taken it from a chilled blood bag.
I felt a little chill run down my back as I handed the punch to her and her hand touched mine. Her hand felt bitter cold. I watched her gulp it down and watched her long fake ears brighten in response. I sat down next to her and couldn’t stop staring. Those deep brown eyes seemed innocent.
“Got a problem?” She remarked coldly.
“Why do you dress up like that? The ears, the whole face, the weird fingers?” Her fingers were bent crooked and looked like she had a bad case of arthritis.
“How do you know it’s not real?” she laughed hysterically.
“This is a Halloween party, right? I’m new here and wanted to make some friends, so I thought this party would be the perfect opportunity.”
She smiled, then snickered, “Let me give you some advice: everyone here isn’t what they seem.”
I opened my mouth to answer, but couldn’t think of anything to say. My mouth stood open as wide as a draw bridge.
“Don’t trip on your lip,” she added.
She stood and I realized she was at least six inches shorter than me, and I was five-foot seven. Her eyes twinkled in the flashing lights of the room. She walked closer to t where the pumping stereo was thundering and the sound waves were about to bust all the windows.
She turned back and smiled at me. “Thanks for the drink!” she called sarcastically.
I stood there dumbfounded and alone. Half of me wanted to follow her and the other half wanted to leave.
“I can’t stand them anymore. I need to get away from here!” An agitated male voice floated by me. I turned around to see who it was.
It was a ginger guy, shorter than the girl I had just talked to and dressed like a leprechaun. He began pacing back and forth two five feet behind him.
“Are you okay? What happened?” I asked.
He glared at me.“You’re one of them too, aren’t you? You just want to see the aftermath of what Trevor did.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is Trevor? I’m new here. My name is Ashton.”
He looked me over again, and then slowly sat down. “I saw you earlier today. You were too quiet. My name is Owen,” he twiddled his fingers uncomfortably.
“So, Owen, what has you all worked up?”
“I was minding my own business when Trevor, the most popular and most frightening creature ever to roam this town, stopped me from dancing. His friends pushed me into a secluded hallway and told me to give him all the gold I had. I may be a leprechaun, but I’m not rich! He threatened me, but I told him I didn’t have any. Then, he looked at me with this evil grin, splashed me with blood-punch, and said, ‘You’ll pay for it later.’”
“Why would he think that you would have gold with you? At a party?” It didn’t make any sense to me.
“My family is from Ireland, but it does not mean that we are walking around with pots of gold. I’ve been here so long I don’t have an Irish accent anymore.”
Great, we have a first class bully on our hands. I thought to myself. “Well, there are two options: stay away from him or leave the party. As for me, I hope I don’t run into him.”
He shook his head in response. “You’ll bump into him. He’s actually been wanting to meet you. I’d leave the party if I were you.” Owen stood up and pounded his fist on the table. “I’m going to blow off some steam!” He strolled past me and I watched him vanish into the woods.
I had come to the party to meet new people. So far all I had met were oddballs, but there was something mysterious about them, something I wanted to get to the bottom of.