Halloween Spookiness On Blurt

It all seemed to start on all Hallows eve.

All the blurters were happily blurting away oblivious to the strange dark mist creeping in through the cracks in the walls.

Latam suddenly went AWOL and no-one seemed to notice or even care.
I had to go to the dark crypt to try and get help or info and sent out a distress call on their dark web but the dreaded dark mist was so thick there that no-one saw or heard my message.

I scrambled around in the dark and random disconnected voices came to me but none of them could help as they were all lost in the fog too and they seemed to want me to join some kind of evil cult.

Suddenly a hand came out of the mist and I saw it was attached to a crying boy who beckoned me towards a dim light and as I approached I heard voices. I heard the voice of latam but he was talking in riddles. I hate riddles.

He said some demons had destroyed his world so he had called up the dark mist to hide it from them. This news told me that the fog was not everywhere at all it was surrounding me. I was finding it harder to breath it was so thick.

I saw people I thought I knew but when I looked hard and heard their voices they were not the same people. They had changed. They were all distorted as if they were wearing halloween costumes. It was like a scene from 'Eyes Wide Shut' on mushrooms. Some of them even offered me sweets but I didn't trust them. I had to get out of this fog and find some fresh air.

I ran. I ran as fast as my feet could take me until I reached the Blue Bastyon pub. The fog dissipated and I found myself in the dim familiar light of the pub and saw some friends sitting in the corner.

Did you see that bloody awful fog out there? What was it? Pollution or something? I asked.
No-one knew what I was talking about.
I sent a message, did no-one see it?
Nope. Have a drink. They're having karoake tonight. You love a good singsong. Lets get drunk and you can sing your fave song. These Boots Are Made For Walking'.
Oh yeh very apt.

So I had a pint of Guinness and was about to get up and do my song when the power cut off. Everything went black. I couldn't see a thing and everyone went still as an ominous FUD FUD FUD of something approaching made my hairs stand on end and someone let out a piercing screech -
DEMONS!

That was it, the end is here I thought. This is how it ends.
But then a blinding light was piercing my eyes making them water and the steady beat of my song boomed out of the speakers as someone with a pumpkinhead thrust a mic into my sweaty hand.

So I sang it -