My friend and his wive lived on a cemetery, where they rented a small apartment attached to the groundkeeper’s house. The location was ideally suited for hosting a Halloween Party, and my friend, being a DJ with an unusual but accurate sense for what music was called for, the ideal party host.
My girlfriend was dressed as a witch and if I remember correctly, I was a psychopathic murderer wearing a blood-stained shirt and carrying a large cardboard knife. Soon the apartment was too small to contain the party, and we spilled out on the surrounding graveyard. My friend’s apartment didn’t have any neighbors apart from the groundkeeper who wasn’t anywhere to be seen so that we didn’t disturb anyone except maybe the deceased.
I asked my girlfriend if she’d like to join me on a stroll around the moonlit grounds. It seemed like a romantic idea. We walked between the gravestones and she huddled a bit closer to me. The music had faded behind us, but after some time we heard a different kind of music ahead. It came from one of the houses bordering he graveyard, which was having a well-attended Halloween party of its own that had spilled out on the little backyard facing us.
I quickly climbed the small brick wall separating us from the backyard, and after a moment of hesitation my girlfriend joined me. No-one took notice. As we entered the well-lit house, we realized that more planning had gone into this party than the one we had just come from. There was live music, a bar, a well-stocked buffet and a lot of guests in expensive costumes, many of them wearing masks.
The large number of guests and our costumes gave us confidence that no-one would ask us what we were doing there. We got drinks from the bar, sampled the chocolate fountain at the buffet by dipping strawberries into it, and walked from room to expensively decorated room. We talked with another guest and kept the conversation flowing without giving away our status as party crashers.
After an hour we slipped out and returned to my friend’s house. A new morning was dawning, the party was winding down, and eventually we took our bikes through the silent, foggy city back to our own place.
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