Estelle stood by the door observing the room in front of her with quiet interest. It was quite the party with a werewolf dancing with a vampire, a cat chatting up a wizard by the punch bowl, a grim reaper amusing three dainty fairies with limericks, and an angel kissing a devil on the loveseat in the corner. That was just in her sitting room, outside there were another two or three dozen assorted ghost, ghouls, and creatures of the night.
She grinned. This was going to be the best Halloween party, ever.
"Estelle!" The reaper called waving her over with his scythe. He pulled back the hood of his cloak to reveal a smiling, albeit unnerving face. He was deathly pale with a shock of black hair that fell over his face; partially partially obscuring his gleaming crimson eyes. His smile though; it was like the sun coming out from behind the storm clouds. You had to smile back.