The werewolves had brought the blood free punch this year and it was clear from the mummys' trying to unwrap each other that it was heavily spiked.
Dracula was DJing the party and had just put the needle to the vintage "Monster Mash" record when the ballroom door opened and a smartly dressed man in a midrange business suit entered. His hair was immaculately parted and styled. Drac stopped the record so abruptly that the sound of it being scratched echoed through the ballroom.
"This is a private party!" Drac stated into the microphone.
"I know I received an invitation."
Drac laughed, "I hardly believe that. You don't appear to fit in. Frankly, we are the things that others fear.”
"Oh, I know that."
"What kind of monster are you?"
"Me, I'm just an IRS auditor."
Drac blinked and several demons flinched. "Welcome, brother."
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