due to the perspiration running down his forehead; the resulting concoction reeked, but nobody dared tell him so.With difficulty, I hauled myself over, balancing on the cool iron railings before falling to the floor. I crept over to the vehicle, all the while looking up at the windows, checking and rechecking, hoping not to stir any life within the deserted house. Giggles of anticipation could be heard from behind me, spurring me on to impress, whilst faceless shadows glided over the gravel. I cracked open the first egg above the windscreen and traced the path of the yolk, watching it engulf my reflection, as the hanging face of the monster melted into the greasy substance. The drumming of my heart accelerated, imitating the beat of a tribal dance and distracting me from the task in hand. From inside the house I heard a dog barking and the sound of footsteps.The final egg felt heavy in my clammy palm but again I cracked the shell open and let the contents slide down the windscreen and under the bonnet. The blinding darkness writhed before me, far more terrifying than any costume; the unknown stared me in the face. I felt a cold hand grab me by the collar.
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