Yes, I am a zombie. The party was very crazy but a great laugh. Three course meal of slime soup, blood and guts potatoes with witches fingers, goblin toes and bogies, with cat litter cake and cows eyeballs to finish. Between each course, a three part ghost story was projected onto the wall about Robert Butcher and his antics on the 21st October at the Old Bakery... told by a throat cancered Mike wearing a shawl in a rocking chair.
After apple bobbing, Mike and I spent the rest of the evening in the basement taking guests round the 'dungeon' we had built. Candles and thick fog plus all the junk, damp and peeling paint I have down there made a fitting setting for the bowls of 'chickens livers', 'cat vommit', 'monkey brains' that our victims had to retrieve coins from. A rope to follow led them nicely into our traps, meeting drill wielding psychos, hanging corpses and mutilated dolls ending in the darkest room face to face with two severed pigs' heads and a stobe light. Great fun... for us!
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