CHAPTER NINETY THREE

- HAZEL -

I'm drunk. Ridiculously drunk yet I still have some sense of my environment and what the fuck I'm doing, which is a good thing. This party rocks! I still don't understand why outside this building looked gloomy and desolate but this part of the mansion is buzzing with energy and life.

And the best part? I'm bonding with people. Right now, we're playing a game. One I've never played before and definitely sure it was invented for the sole purpose of this party but it's fun.

At the back of the house is a pool coloured with red dye. The decor here is to die for. Everyone is putting on something witchy, or wizardy, or Frankensteiny or zombie-y with fake blood and props and all that.

Our drinks are red. Even some mini jars are labelled to fit the theme. I don't know how Carol pulled this off, but I definitely would love to attend another party she hosts.