All Witches' Party
Allen McGill



"This is Hellish!" Salina said over her shoulder to her apish companion, then shuddered and cackled.

Bloody streaks, black in the moonlight, coursed down her milk-white breasts and belly, dripped to form a pool on the grass in Salem Cemetary.

"The things I do to win the treasure for 'most gruesome costume.'" She grimaced, then said, "And I suppose you're goin' to make me go halvers with you for the props, aren't ya? Where'd you get all this fake blood, anyways?"

The simian-like being paused in his pouring, his bucket still resting on Salina's shoulder. He looked at her through narrow-slitted eyes, said, "You wanted FAKE blood?"



First published: November 2002
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