Five monsters stood at the cemetery gates, hesitant to enter. “Aren’t monsters supposed to love cemeteries?” I asked, looking around at the witch, the vampire, the werewolf and the mummy that accompanied me (I’m a ghost). “I don’t think real monsters would be afraid to go in.”

A full moon glowed in the sky, casting shadows from the trees spookily over the graves. To be honest, I was terrified, but this is how teenagers are supposed to spend Halloween night, right?