It wasn't a cold evening, so they walked through the darkened streets toward school for the second time that day. They joined a host of students on their way to the dance, decked out in weird and wonderful -- no, mostly just weird -- costumes. A horde of zombies pranced in a far-too-lively fashion on the other side of the road from them, and just in front, three demons in skintight costumes struggled to walk in sky-high heels. Cheryl and her friends.

At the door to the assembly hall, Mr. McManus, their history teacher, had clearly been dragged in to supervise and keep out miscreants. He was also clearly unhappy about this turn of events.

"Tickets?" he barked at them.

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