~No POV~

Bradley Biggle welcomed his guests into his house for the party. It was Halloween night, and from what he knew, everyone who was anyone in the 11th grade would be coming. Bradley's family threw the coolest parties and no body would be caught dead missing one. Little did he know that this was the last party he'd ever throw.

"Hey, Kenny!" Bradley greeted the other blond, giving him a high five. Kenny was wearing his Mysterion costume from fourth grade- he'd made some size adjustments to it, of course. He was the first one to arrive, and right behind him were Butters and Cartman.

"Sup, Bradley?" Kenny grinned. He was set on his plan to get into Wendy's pants tonight. No lady, sane or not, could resist Mysterion. Sadly, that wasn't the case for The Coon, and Professor Chaos.

"Oh- uh, hi-ya Bradley! Neat-o party you got here. Are we early?" Butters stuttered. He hadn't changed one bit; still the same old naïve kid.

"Nope, but you're the first ones here." informed the blond teen in the Mint Berry Crunch costume. "So, uh, do you guys want anything to eat or drink?"

Nobody wanted anything besides Cartman, who demanded a bag of Cheesy Poofs, and a Coca Cola. Once everybody was sitting down in the living room, the door bell rang. "I'll get it!" Kenny insisted before anyone could move. He raced to the door and flung it open.

From the living room, Bradley, Butters, and Cartman could hear Kenny's shrieks of fear. He was yelling stuff like, "AHH! IT'S DEATH! GET HIM OUT! OUT! GO AWAY!" and "OH, HAVE MERCY! NOT AGAIN!" Deeply concerned, the three ran to the door- only to see Kenny cowering in fear of a party guest wearing a grim reaper costume.

"Nice going, fag!" Cartman spat.

"But... but I don't ride a Harley!" Kenny whimpered.

"NO! I mean: Nice going- you made me get up and waste time that could have been used to eat my Cheesy Poofs! It's just Craig you stupid ass-hole," the disgruntled fat ass retorted. The person in the reaper costume burst out laughing and removed his hood. It was indeed Craig in the costume- he had scared poor Kenny into thinking that Death was coming for him again. Everybody was having trouble containing their giggles besides Cartman and Kenny, who didn't find this funny at all.

"Not nice! Dudes, I could have died!" the blond fumed; that comment everyone ignored.

"Great! My Cheesy Poofs are gonna get stale. Fuck you, Craig." Cartman growled.

"Oh, shove it!" Craig replied, flipping him off and walking into the house; Tweek followed in behind.

"Did you just flip me off?" screamed the fat teen in The Coon costume.

"No," Craig said simply, doing it again. Cartman was outraged, on the verge of tackling Craig. Just as he readied himself to attack, a voice caused them to settle down.

"Ladies, ladies! Contain yourselves! It's Halloween, lets not fight!" Stan begged from the doorway, which Tweek had left open. Butters nearly soiled his pants at the sight of Stan's costume, and the twitching blond yelped.

"Ack! It's... Jason! Run- ngh!" everybody laughed as Stan, Kyle, Bebe and Wendy filed into the kitchen. By this time, Kenny had calmed down enough to compliment all of their costumes. "I-I knew I shouldn't have come! Pressure!" Tweek screeched. Craig took him to a corner and explained to him that it was just Stan. Eventually, when the coffee-addicted vampire had understood, they all made their way back to the living room.

Kyle and Bebe snuggled up on the couch, Craig and Tweek took a seat on the beanbags, Cartman sat by himself in the love seat, Bradley sat down in the rocking chair, and much to Kenny's displeasure, Wendy and Stan joined Kyle and Bebe on the couch. Holding hands. Staring into each other's eyes. 'God Damn it!' he wanted to scream. There went his plan to get some action that night.

Just as Kenny had lost his hope, Cartman spoke up. "Hey does any body want to play seven minutes in heaven? Just to pass the time..."

"Hell ya!" the desperate blond agreed. This was his chance. Everybody chuckled at Kenny's obvious need to play. They all knew that he was like the horniest guy in South Park, so, they gathered in a circle while Bradley went and fetched an empty beer bottle. "Okay, so rules: You have to spend seven full minutes in the closet with the person the bottle lands on, and if you don't... The circle gets to dare you to do something else. Okay?"

A bunch of "okay's" "sure's" and "sounds good" filled the silence in the room. Kenny offered to go first- and nobody objected. When Bradley returned with the bottle, Kenny spun it. Waiting in anticipation, he watched it slow down and land on Kyle. Who, against his will, spent seven minutes in the closet with Kenny. Sure, they kissed, every one knew that they were both kind of bi. It wasn't bad, just sort of awkward considering Kyle had a girlfriend that was waiting in the other room to smack him senseless for obeying the rules of the game. By the time seven minutes was up, a lot more people had arrived and the beer had been opened up. Someone had decided to turn on some music, and "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" was blasting from a boom box.

This was the party everybody had come here for. Multiple people were already drunk as skunks, and a few girls had taken off their shirts and danced on top of the table. Kenny was pretty content, sitting in the corner with a beer in his hand. Token was such a man-whore when he was drunk- it kept the blond in the Mysterion costume entertained for a while. After an hour or so of socializing with different kids, (which by the way was very interesting. Butters had told Kenny about this very complicated, rumored love triangle between his Grandmother's best friends,) Clyde decided to tell scary stories. Most everyone settled down in Bradley's living room- it was super crowded.

Tweek was shaking, his plastic fangs kept falling out. "Okay. So, I have a legend that not a lot of people know. It's about the Dark Lord Ktulu. Yeah, I know, most of you have never heard of him- but if you were ever on the super hero team: Coon and Friends, you'll know who," Clyde began. By then, everybody that was at the party had squeezed into the living room. "It all begins on a Halloween night, much like this one..." Clyde told the legend of Ktulu, and by the time he was finished, every one was scared. Not because they though it was true. Not because The Dark Lord Ktulu was coming back to get his revenge- and tonight was the night he would return. But because the scary story had frightened them. Oh, they were definitely scared for the wrong reason.

Butters, Tweek, and Pip were freaking out. All of the girls were staring wide-eyed at their dates, asking if it was true. If they were going to die. Bradley grew to be pretty pissed off at Clyde for worrying his guests. Kenny thought it was kind of funny. He knew that if they all were to get killed, that either he or Token would die first. It was horror movie logic: Either the black guy or the person that died all the time would get killed off first. The second part sounded kind of off to him, though. A few people thought nothing of the legend, though. People like Craig, Wendy and Kyle knew it was impossible and just wanted to continue partying. Little did all of these teens know that Ktulu was preparing to start his attack. An attack where all of them would be held hostage, defenseless against his evil power.

After some time, the hostage teens calmed down and continued to have a good time. That was exactly how Ktulu wanted them: unprepared and unguarded. He wanted them unsuspecting of the horror that he was about to inflict upon their short lives.

A/N:

I'm so sorry! I know I promised you guys some gore and horror in this chapter, but I couldn't find it in me to kill any one off yet! I promise next chapter will be full of it. At least FIVE deaths, okay? I'm sorry, please forgive me =P

Love you guys!

Any who,

Yes, this is a parody of Family Guy's Parody of 'And then there were none' by Agatha Christie. I've gotten a few people asking that. Love you guys so much. Remember to review!

~Heron