The theme for the Friday night party was "Haunted House". The Folkets Hus had
been rebranded the Haunted Hus, and other signs around the camp had been
similarly doctored. The doorways were obscured by sheets torn into ribbons. The
dance banan became the pumpkin patch. There was a tarot card fortune teller.
There was a house of horrors, which unfortunately didn't have nearly the
capacity needed for everybody to see it.

A row of front doors was set up for trick-or-treating. If you knocked on the
right-hand one then Pow (sp?) would answer and ask you if you have been good.
If so, she would scream "Then you don't get any candy! Ha ha ha!" and slam the
door. Candy was only awarded to those who were suitably evil and/or in
character. The left-hand door revealed Sara Deckard in a straight jacket. I
didn't see what was behind the middle door.

The party kicked off in the School area. The "Walking Dead Ragtime Band"
processed to the tune of "St James' Infirmary" in true New Orleans funeral
style, across the road and on to the Folkets Hus. The locals were thoroughly
bemused. On arrival, there was a performance of the Thriller music video, which
was brilliantly arranged so that the performers were indistinguishable from the
crowd until the moment they all suddenly dropped dead, and rose up as dancing
zombies.

I confess my costume was lame: I just borrowed a devil mask from the prop shop.
I have been devoting my limited energy elsewhere. However, you can see from the
photos that some people put in lots of effort. One girl made up her face so
that it looked like her skin had been unzipped from the next up to the bridge
of her nose. Many T-shirts were ruined to simulate a zombie apocalypse. Stephen
my landlord made a terrifying psycho doctor. There were several teams of
ghostbusters, who I felt should have been made to do something competitive and
arbitrary. There was a slimer and a stay-puft man, both of whom got seriously
hassled during the evening. Scooby-doo and the gang were in attendance. And
there were loads of vampires, witches, and voodoo queens (is that a thing?).

I'm going to try to make more friends next week. It would have been nice to
have people to hang around when the dancefloors were too crowded. Surely the
best time to make friends is in a party pass week! Bring it on.

A few changes in the house this week. Jacinth and Alison have left. Anke has
moved into a tent in the garden. Marcus, who has been ill in bed all week, is
back on his feet. Another Steve has arrived, and John is now officially
resident. I think we're getting some new girls, who haven't arrived yet.