The curtain between the living and the dead was thrust rudely aside last night at Arcadia Artists' Cooperative.
The Lurker at the Threshold allowed in only the doomed.
Vile entities emerged from every door.
A charming scarecrow and his family or abominations from beyond space and time?
Pumpkins gathered
...inviting us into...
the howling mouth of Hell.
Youthful undead added a welcome note of glamour to a truly repulsive evening.
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