[Home] { Chapter One - The Party -- 2 -- 3 -- 4 } Ssa'agrinth -- Zhoenon "Happy Halloween!" A flood of artificial light greeted Zhoenon at the entrance to the Halloween Party. Admitted to the room, Zho was bustled through a maze of human walls toward the backrooms. Abruptly the throb of noice fell behind and she was greeted by a silence broken only by a dim buzz of sound behind her, and a mumble of voices from the surrounding doors. Two doors down the hallway before she entered a third on the left. Grinning masks greeted her, exchanging poison for money. Then she was alone. Two doors farther down and into the empty bedroom, her cure from the world in hand. Everything went by in a blur of sound and color, but she had what she'd come for. One hit. The walls bent inward, breathing of their own accord. Everything was alive now. Two hits. The walls continued to breath, the paintings around her were whispering now. Three hits. Done for the now. Whispering paintings, breathing walls. The door lurched inward as if it were trying to consume her. Zhoenon pocketed the remainder of her supply and drifted out into the party. The world was melting, party guests left shadows of themselves behind as they wandered about, but Zhoenon didn't care. Everything was perfect in her acid-trip world. [Home] { Chapter One - The Party -- 2 -- 3 -- 4 } Ssa'agrinth -- Zhoenon