Do you like it scary?

Have you ever wondered what movie genres would be like if they were people?

„What if we make it a theme party? It's not a normal Halloween party then, right?“, whispered Ghost Flick while scratching her pale head.
„Yea maybe... I dunno.“ The Slasher Film leaned back and grabbed another beer. With a hefty swing of his machete he flicked off the crown cap. It sailed through the air of his kitchen and hit the wall, barely missing his holiday picture of the sawed-up Spanish girl. “It doesn't get rid of the main problem, does it? They're still gonna come in skimpy costumes and only want to get drunk.”
The Monster Movie gnarled.
“What do you mean, Big Guy?”, the Slasher looked up at the third in their “League of Evil”, and although he was sitting on the floor, he still had to tilt his head to not break the ceiling. “Sure, of course I don't mind them looking all slutty and getting wasted. It's just... it's all they fucking do when they come here. It's like, they're not even trying!” The muscly brute with the deformed face took a hearty gulp of beer to calm himself down. “I mean, just look at the barbecue that Western and Dystopian hosted the other week. Now that was fun! Dystopian might be a bit of a gloomy guy, but he fucking knows how to create an atmosphere.”
“So... what's your point?” asked Ghostie in her eery voice.
“Our parties are not scary! Those fuckers only enjoy our parties cause they're on that one day of the year when they can get wasted and bang that cute independent film they otherwise wouldn't dare to ask on a date!”
“But they don't enjoy scary parties.” Ghostie raised her beer bottle to her icy lips, only to find out that it was empty. She sighed. The sound was depressing enough to make a grown man cry. The spindly wight made a weak movement with her hand and let a bottle float out of the fridge. “Want one too, big guy?”, she asked the gigantic scaly monster. It nodded. Another bottle floated out of the dirty ice box before its door slammed shut with a bang, making the entire room shutter.

“You know what? Fuck them!” Slasher slammed his beer on the table, “This is our party and we should enjoy it. And you guys do like scary, don't you?”
Big Guy gave of a gurgling growl. The sound was the closest he could get to laughing. The spindly girl with the dripping black hair still didn't seem convinced.
“Come on, Ghostie. Hell, nobody enjoys a good scare as much as you do!” he gave his friend a hearty pat on the back with his scarred hand and immediately regretted it. Touching Ghostie's dead skin always sent feelings of icy terror through his maimed body.
“Yes... I guess you're right.” The small girl smirked shyly. She had been almost thrown off her chair by Slasher's hefty hit.
“Great to have you on board, buddy. And what about you, Big Guy? You in?”
The Monster smashed his beer bottle on his forehead and roared.
“All right, where do we start?”

“Hi, please come in. It's nice that you could make it.” Slash forced himself to sound nice.
“Sure bro. Thanks for the invite.” Action Movie swaggered through the door, already scanning the party for Chick Flicks. “Where's the beer, dude?”
“Just go into the kitchen, first door on the right. Help yourself!”
“Thanks man. By the way, nice mask. Super original!” Action laughed and disappeared inside the kitchen.
Slasher adjusted his Michael-Myers-Mask. The real one. He didn't care that it wasn't very imaginative. Tonight, he was going classic. He made brief eye contact with Ghostie at the other end of the corridor. The girl nodded. Everybody was finally there. They could start. The muscled brute closed the entrance door and locked it. He caught himself humming Michael Jackson's “Thriller” in the process and grinned. A quick thumbs-up signaled Ghostie that she could start. She slid backwards and disappeared inside the wall.
Slasher grabbed the chainsaw that had been leaning behind the door. A few quick, expert movements and the machine roared to life. He gave the trigger a few quick squeezes.
The guests cheered in the living room.
“Whoa! Cool tool, dude!” shouted Stoner flick from his place on the couch.
They had seen nothing yet. This was going to be a night they would never forget. Well, at least some of them...