When it comes to a frat party, there's always music. Tonight, for the annual Halloween party, a live band has been brought in. They usually play top hits from every decade; however, this time, a peculiar request is what's making me more and more curious to hear them play.
They start playing and singing a song they have composed themselves, called Decadent Melody. The low notes of the bass, combined with the sharp sounds of the drums and the melancholic tone of the guitar, make the atmosphere creepy and filled with spook.
As I'm immersed in the melody, I notice that everyone else around me is lying on the floor, unconscious. Only I am standing in front of the band, who has since stopped playing. The frontman then points his finger at me, followed by his mates. "It's you!"
I shiver, realizing that the lights are off and not knowing what to say or do. They slowly approach me, before dragging me towards the center of the stage. "Come, and sing your way to Hell," says the frontman, much to my horror.
If I sing, I'll sell my soul to the Devil.
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This is a short story I wrote for the contest by music for Halloween Vault.
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Short Story2018 Leighyeann A. Mies All rights reserved [COMPLETED ON 7/11/18] A collection of short stories and drabbles based on the Halloween Vault prompts.
