The ebony clock chimed eleven o’clock and everyone fell silent, even the musicians. Weird, I thought for the third time that evening.
But soon the band and the dancers resumed. Though 300 had been invited, the party had become less crowded – odd given the host had welded the doors shut because “all-night rave” meant just that. Yeah, he was batshit crazy.
Fortunately, fewer people meant I had a better view of the dance floor, and of the nine ladies dancing, all hot. I drained my beer and joined them.
That’s when I noticed they were sweating blood. That couldn’t be good.
When the clock chimed midnight, everything fell silent. I wiped my sweaty forehead and gasped when I saw my hand stained red. This time, the music did not begin again. I felt faint and thought, well hell, as I fell to the floor.
Day 9’s BlogFestivus entry, with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe.
I’d like to blame the other participants for the darkness of today’s entry, since they commented on my “happy” story two days ago. But, I can’t really put this on them. I’ll have to get back to you once I find out the true culprit.
|Day||Body Count||Possible Moral|
|Day 1||0||Don’t land in a tree when parachuting with a bag full of money.|
|Day 2||2||Beware of pretty shiny things.|
|Day 3||2||Don’t let taunts get to you. Also, don’t play with explosives.|
|Day 4||1||Don’t mess with the birds.|
|Day 5||0||Fantasy doth not the place of reality take.|
|Day 6||2||Beware of falling in love with a goose.|
|Day 7||0||When a wise old witch-owl speaks, it pays to listen.|
|Day 8||7||Eat lightly and carry a big sword.|
|Day 9||301||Don’t attend a party hosted by someone who welds doors.|