It was a dark October night and the sun had set.
Four friends were out shopping for Halloween outfits. Bobbi's grandmother had told them about a shop hidden away on a quiet street. It had been there for decades and was a family-run business, but most of their work revolved around creating film production items.
Bobbi parked up on the street. She was uneasy about how dark it was, but took comfort in the fact that she wasn’t alone. She looked up at the shop name on a sign above the store : “Fright Night”. It was an old sign, clearly in need of repair. In the windows were the usual cat girl and witch outfits.
The group of 20 year-olds walked in. At the counter there was a teenage girl reading her laptop. She glanced up and smiled at them before returning to her laptop. She was a tall Goth girl, with short jet black hair and a thin figure.
Looking around, the group was amazed at the choice of outfits: gorilla, Superman, Jedis, cheerleaders.