The Halloween party was in full swing. Most of the neighbors were there. Over half came in costume. Picking a winnig one was going to be difficult.
The weather, which at the end of October could be unpredictable, cooperated with a clear fifty-degree evening. The party goers were able to meander inside or outside.
Bob recognized mostly everyone, although he did have to look closely at a few to figure out who they were. He racked his brain trying to decipher who the seven foot vampire was. He didn’t remember anyone that tall living in the neighborhood.
The gentle night breeze turned into a cilly wind. Clouds formed overhead, with a hint of damp fogginess in the air. Bob looked around thinking somebody brought a fog machine. One wasn’t found.
A lone bat circled in the sky, shortly fallowed by a small colony. Everyone stared in interest. The spectacle lasted about thirty minutes before the mammmal’s flew away taking the wet air with them.
Everyone in costume lined up to be judged but the tall vampire wasn’t there. A quick search after the judging, still he wasn’t found.
Steve, who lived across the street, won best costume. He dressed as Bob the Builder, with a red plad shirt under blue overalls, tool belt around his waist and a hard hat. The character never looker more real.
The party broke up around mid-night. Bob cleaned up a little before heading out for a bite to eat.
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