Late evening. The time of demons and phantoms was coming to an end...
The door squeaked, letting some light in through the gap. A wave of musty smell mixed with smell of mold, rotten wood and a sweet stench that was hard to identify hit them instantly.
- It's probably a dead rat, - said the vampire. They nest in an old fabrics from which old widow was sewing stuff, before they locked her down.
- Supposedly she went crazy, killed her husband and then stitched up her own lips to keep from saying anything, when they interrogated her! - added the witch, with the frightening tone in her voice.
- She stitched her husband's lips, not her own - replied the chubby skeleton, correcting her.
- You're so stupid! - said the witch, trying to get rid of fake hair out of her mouth, with the look of disgust on her face - Why would she stitched his mouth shut, if he was dead? Have you ever heard of anyone questioning a dead person?
- You're stupid! She should stitch your mouth, so you'd stop playing smartass! - snarled angrily the skeleton.
- It would be better if she would stitch your mouth, so you would stop eating so much and talking nonsense!
- I... I... I think it's bad idea to go there, it's late, I should go back home and yeah... said the muffled voice from inside the pumpkin, which so far seemed to be only a decoration.
- Chicken! But maybe that's better, with that thing on your head you trip over your own feet. - she turned towards the vampire and skeleton - How about you?
- I'm not afraid, but I got no reason to go there, I don't play with toys anymore - said the skeleton, sniffling.
- Since when? Since Yesterday, when you were playing with my dolls? How did it go? "Oh Jennifer you kiss so wonderfully!" - she giggled, followed by the vampire and little pumpkin.
- It's not true! - sniffled and turned bright red, even though his face was covered with white paint and it was already dark outside.
- What about you? Are you going with me or you're afraid too?
- I don't know - he hesitated. - People say that old Marge was possessed and she tormented her victims using her sewing kit enchanted with demonic magic. She was a witch and terrible things happened inside this house.
- Oh come on! It's just a toy! Besides, she won't need it anymore, since they took her to the madhouse. You will only go inside and watch if no one's coming.
- All right, let's go! - said the vampire.
They quickly ran into the house. The little witch picked up a puppet from the floor and screaming, dropper it immediately. She looked onto her hands covered with small puncture wounds.
- Ouch! It's studded with pins!
- Leave it and let's get out of here, there's blood everywhere! - shouted the vampire.
Late evening. The time of demons and phantoms was coming...
