_{Written listening to the song: Everybody by the Backstreet Boys. I seem to want to escape, but I don't know from what place, I'm out of oxygen, and out of breath in a suffocating composition.}

The music has started to play, it seems that I have to walk and look at the mirror, why should I do this? The truth is that I already killed Samantha, I slit her throat and spread her all over the room. Is it an abnormal way? It's just that I'm just another deranged person.

I have run the index finger of my left hand full of blood on my tongue, it is so juicy, so juicy it tastes like coffee. One, two, three and four, how many humans will it be this time? One can only assert this uncharitably, it is that the deaths have only just begun.

"Well, for them who are my food life has just ended."

From the window you watch as children walk around in costumes, how many will come knocking on the door this time, "We're all going to be in the living room of this damn house." A macabre laugh came out of my mouth without any procrastination.

"The victims are out, it's time to annihilate them once again."

Little by little I was getting ready, the smell in the room was seductive, and pleasant, I repeat it once again: "Blood has a coffee aroma".

Everything is ready, everything is finished, and everything is finalized; now I must take one step followed by another. Before leaving the room I saw an eye, apparently I let it go unnoticed, I bent down and took it to eat it completely.

The stairs creaked every time I went down to the living room where they waited for me, portraits full of blood and cobwebs adorned the house. Are we the Frankenstein family? No, we are worse than them.

"If you're reading this, you won't be able to sleep, because today I'm coming to where you are."

Each step I stepped on as I descended made a grueling, oppressive sound, one that made my sharp teeth grind. My fur also bristled, but this was something that captivated me.

"How much food will we have today?"

"It won't be long before the tasting."

I arrived, guts were all over the room, meat was everywhere, and the sight was simply the prelude to the macabre action. They were waiting for me, they were sitting there, and I was the only one who hadn't arrived for the fun to begin.

The table was neat, it had a white tablecloth, and coffee cups all over the table for each of us. The fireplace was lit and above it was an axe, one that we used to chop up victims whenever we could.

In the living room of the house there was also a huge pot with human skeletons, around it were a jar with two hearts and one with a few eyes.

He was unique and always has been, is that he squeezed the last drop of blood from every human and poured it into a barrel from where he took each bottle full of it to enjoy it as if it were wine. Next to his coffee cup was a glass full of blood, do you want to know who he is? A Vampire also accompanies us on this deadly night.

The witch is sitting there with her cup of coffee too, the zombie is biting the meat in a succulent way sitting at the table, the devil was eating the brains of a head and I have joined the scene to drink coffee at the table while they enjoy feasting.

We were supposed to have coffee, but food is always some victim who walks in the door.

The doorbell has rung again, "how many kids are there this time?" "Well there are three." It's my turn to savor them very well, after all I am the werewolf who wants to eat them, one who loves to savor them with a perfect cup of coffee.

"The witch screamed, and drew her wand."

"The vampire sharpened his fangs."

"The demon took a scythe and tended the space of darkness."

The children wanted to escape, they screamed and wanted someone to save them, but no one listened to them, after all they would be the overflowing companion we had to eat and then sit down for coffee.

One of them was cunning, he was near the door, and managed to escape, but he did not know that it was already too late for him. Nothing could be avoided, the witch played with the little boy and brought him back.

Now we could sit and listen to the screams at the table and drink our coffee in peace. The white tablecloth quickly turned red thanks to the blood and at the table we enjoyed the night of Halloween in a malevolent way.

The witch, the zombie, the devil, and I who am the werewolf, will always want to eat humans, along with the vampire who wants to drink their blood in this room where we accompany the scene drinking coffee at the table.

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