It was Saturday night and true to his word, Adam Anderson had sent me two more tickets to his club. I stood in my room in a short black dress, my hair was curled and I wore a hairband with a little purple and black witch's hat, I wore black leather heeled knee-high boots. Zoe was in a tight black catsuit and wore black cat ears she was my black cat, Chris was dressed as Dracula.
When we got to the club and there was a queue but we showed our tickets and were let straight in, a zombie ringleader was at the entrance and let us in after the bouncers looked at our -in my case fake- ID's.
The club was dark and there were women in black lycra holding pythons and playing with fire. We were offered a glass of red liquid looking like blood but it was a sweet yet strong cocktail. I felt nervous a
