It was Holloween night, and The Monkees were playing at the Vincent Van Go Go they were performing The type of girl I could love. They were wearing costums as well as the audience. Davy is dressed as a vampire, Micky a werewolf, Peter a monk, and Mike as a cowboy.
"Thank you everybody for comming out tonight. Enjoy the rest of the party." Said the Texan and him with the rest came off the band stand.
"Say Mike what made you decide to be dressed as a cowboy?" Said Micky
"Well Micky I thought about it, and since I'm from Texas I might as well go as I cowboy." He said sarcasticly." and besides I couldn't think of anything else to go dressed as."
"So are we going to stay here some more?" ask Peter
"I think we might as well go home. There's nothing more we can do."
"Hey I got an ideal." Said the curly haired drummer "I heard of this house a few blocks from here, and they said It's haunted.
"Oh come on Micky you know I don't believe in ghost." Said Mike
"Why would you want to go to a house that could be haunted?" Said Peter
"Come on guys we're just going there to look. It could be fun."
"I don't know Mick."
"Please?"
"Well alright, but we're not staying long." Said Mike
So The Monkees drove over to the house, and it did look spooky. The house was old, and leaves were around it.
"See it? It's real spooky looking is it. Said the curly haired man
"It does look awful scary." Said the tiny brit looking a little frighten
"Oh Davy it's just an old house. I'm sure it's not haunted." Said Mike
They came to the pourch.
"So who wants to go in first?" Said Micky
"Not me." Said Peter
"Not me." Said Davy
"O.k. how about you Mike?"
"Why me, you're the one that wanted to come here in the first place. Why don't you go in?"
Micky hesitated then said "You said you don't believe in ghosts. So maybe you should prove it."
"Fine, Fine I'll go." And the texan went in along with the others following him.
The Monkees looked for some candles. They found some near a fire place. After they lit them they looked around the house.
Davy felt eerie about being there as he walked through the house. His heart was beating hard.
"I wonder does someone stay here, maybe a homeless person." All of a sudden he felt a flick against the back of his neck. "AAAAAh."
Peter and Mike both jumped to see what happen to Davy, but it was just Micky playing with him.
"Ha ha ha ha. How do ya like that pain in the neck ya pain in the butt?" The drummer laughed
"I'm going to get you for that, Dolenz." Said the angry brit
"Micky why don't you stop scaring Davy." Said Mike
"I'm just joking around Mike."
"Well knock it off will you? You see Davy's nervous."
As they were walking to the kitchen all of a sudden they heard a bunch of sounds.
"BANG, THUMP, HISS, HISS."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Said all four Monkees, and they headed for the door
"HEAD FOR THE HILLS!!!" yelled Mike
They all ran out the house fast as if the devil was chasing them, but then Mike saw there was some cats that ran out the house hissing. Then he stopped.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. That was nothing but some cats making that noise."
Micky and Davy breathed a sigh of relief, but Peter was still running around.
"Peter what are you doing?"
"Trying to find a shortcut to the hills." Said the blond
"Peter, Peter it's alright it was just some cats you can stop running." Said Micky
"Oh that's a relief."
"Hey, let's go back inside guys."
"Boy you're just determined to look around that house aren't you?" Said Mike
As the three older Monkees went back inside, Davy hesitated.
"Davy aren't you comming?" Said Micky
"Uh you go ahead mates. I'll go back in about ten minutes."
Micky then shruged and then went back inside while Davy stayed outside with the others.
"Something doesn't seem right." Said the englishman, "I didn't think Micky would ever suggest that we go to a house that could be haunted, and why is Peter so willing? There's something not right. Could this house be huanted? Could it be possesed?"
Suddenly there was screaming sounds.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"FELLAS; WHAT'S WRONG?" Davy quickly went inside and lit another candle, and started looking around for them.
"Fellas, what's going on? What's the matter? The small brit said trying to find his three friends.
"If this is a joke is not funny. Come on talk to me." He walked into the kitchen area when he almost tripped on something. As he looked down horror took over.
"MY GOD PETER!!!" He saw his blond friend had blood around his neck. He felt to see if he had a pulse. He had none.
"NO!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! MIKE, MICKY, MIKE!!!! PETER"S DEAD!!! Davy laid his arm across Peter, crying that his friend was dead, but what about the others?
"Mike, Micky." Davy had to leave Peter to find Micky and Mike. He walk down to one of the bedrooms. "Guys, guys, guys are you alright?" He opened the door to the room and he saw Mike with his back to him. His head laid against the edge of the bed. Davy went to him.
"Mike, Mike are you alright." He said shaken him. "Peter's dead Mike he's...NOOOOOOOO!!!" He turned him around to find a knife plunged deep in his chest. He started crying again, then he noticed someone against the wall. A curly haired man.
"Micky?" He said in a small voice. He put the candle to his face. There was Micky with his head bashed in. "OH GOD NO!!! WHY??? WHY??? Davy was sobbing. Wondering what was going on. Who killed his friends? Better yet What killed them? He didn't see anybody run out the house nor did he hear anybody else. All of a sudden there was a bright red light that lit up the house. The wind was blowing the curtins, the mirrors were moving, there was blood comming out of the walls, then there was a deep laughing sound.
"HA, HA, HA, HA. You're next David Jones."
"NO!!! THIS HOUSE!!! THIS HOUSE!!!" The Englishman's fears were confirmed. The house wasn't haunted, but it was possesed.
Davy was about to run, but ran into someone.
"PETER!!! YOU'RE ALIVE!!!. Micky and Mike are dead, we need to get out of here." But Peter didn't say anything. He was looking strange.
"Peter come on lets go." But he still was looking strange. Davy notice this,
"Peter? OH NO!!!" Davy realised that the Peter he known was not this person. He was a zombie. Davy was trying to get away, then ran into Micky. He was also a zombie.
"MICKY? OH NOT YOU TOO!!! Then the bedroom door flung open, and there stood Mike.
"NO MIKE NO!!! Then they were comming toward Davy. The voice from the house said. "COME ON DAVY JONES. JOIN YOUR THREE FRIENDS" Then the horrored looking three zombies formerly know as Davy's friends said "Come join us Davy. Come to the fold."
"NO!!! I DON"T WANT TO NOOOOO!!!." He then felt a hand grab him and.......
"NOOOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
"Hey, hey take it easy there shotgun. Wake up."
"What?" Davy woke up and saw, Mike, Micky, and Peter back to normal, and realised he had been dreaming all along.
"Oh Mike, thank goodness I had an awful nightmare. I dreamt that we went to a house that Micky said was haunted, but it turned out like the house was possesed." He then look to see that he was still wearing his costume.
"Actually we were going to go to the house, but Micky chickened out at the last minute. You fell asleep because you were tired from performing." Said the Texan
"I didn't chicken out!!!" Said the curly haired drummer " I just didn't want to go since Davy fell asleep."
"Sure Mick Sure."
"You know I didn't want to go in anyway even if the house wasn't haunted." Said Peter
"Well we all better turn in for bed. I'm feeling beat myself."
"Alright goodnight Mike, Micky. Are you comming Peter?"
"Be in there in a minute, Dave."
As Davy went to the downstairs bedroom him and Peter share, the other three monkees smiled with eyes like cats, and teeth like warewolfs.
"TRICK OR TREAT." Said the three.
The End