THEY ARRIVED AT THE PARTY THAT THE DENNISON PARENTS WERE AT. Needless to say, it was packed. Almost every single adult in the town was at this party. That is, those who were not at Allison's parent's party and the Addams family parents, who were at a seance a little bit out of town. Max groaned when he saw all of the people in the room. "Ah, great. How are we ever gonna find Mom and Dad in this place?"

"I'm gonna look for Mom," Dani informed them, and she walked off into the party. Realizing that they probably should not let her wander around alone with the witches on the loose, Freddy and Allison bounded after her.

Max spun around frantically, wondering which direction to start looking first, and Wendy tried to calm him down. He really needed to chill because his freaking out would cloud his thinking. He jumped in excitement when he saw a man in a vampire costume standing behind them. "Oh. Dad!"

"It's not Dad. It's 'Dadcula,'" the man joked, and the brunette girl giggled slightly at the joke as Max rolled his eyes at his father's antics since there was something serious going on. The man notice Wendy's presence, and his attention shifted to her. "Oh, my goodness. Who must this charming young blood donor be?"

"Dad! Something terrible happened," the Dennison boy exclaimed, waving his hand in front of his dad's face to get his attention. They had much bigger problems than who Wendy was. There were three witches out there somewhere that were willing to kill for the book that Allison was in possession of.

Max's dad's face dropped, and he lost his Dracula voice as it was replaced with a concerned one. "Dani? What's wrong?"

"No, Dani's fine," his son assured him, and before he could say anything else. The other half of their group came running over alongside a woman dressed like Madonna. Wendy assumed that this was Mrs. Dennison.

The woman looked to all of them, confused as to why there were three teenagers that she did not know hanging out with her daughter. She also seemed to be a bit angry that they were feeding her children 'lies' and scaring them about the Sanderson sisters. "What is going on? These kids and Dani just started rambling about some witches."

"Dani, it's okay, honey. I'm sure they are just joking," the man told his daughter, patting her on her head comfortingly. She immediately brushed him off, and started yelling, insisting that the witches were real. This started an argument within the whole family, and the other three teenagers were unsure of whether they should step in or mind their own business.

All of a sudden, Dani stopped screaming at her mother and turned to her brother with wide eyes as she pointed across the room. "Max! Max! They're here!"

All of their eyes widened as they saw the tops of the sisters' heads bobbing up and down in the crowd across the room. Max jumped into action, and he wrenched his arm out of his father's grip so that he could run toward the stage. Wendy followed after him, making sure that he did not do anything stupid. He grabbed the microphone from the man who was singing, and the Addams girl's eyes widened when she realized how many people were staring at them and judging them.

"Hey, cut the music! Cut the music!" Max ordered, yelling into the device.

The man in the skeleton costume stared at him in disbelief as he tried to get the microphone back. He smacked him on the shoulder, and everyone in the crowd booed Max. "Hey, man, I'm in the middle of a song!"

"It's an emergency! Only for a minute!" Wendy assured the man. They really needed to make this announcement, but she was unsure about how people would take it. Would they think that they're pulling a prank? Or that they're just scared little kids?

"Will everybody listen up, please?" the Dennison boy called into the microphone. "Your kids are in danger. 3OO years ago the Sanderson Sisters bewitched people. Now they've returned from their grave." Everyone started laughing, and Wendy scoffed. She knew it. Adults are never going to take kids seriously. "Hey, man, I'm serious! It's not a joke! No, wait a minute. I know this sounds dumb, but they're here tonight. They're right over there!"

He directed their attention to where the witches were standing, and everyone in the room froze. There were a couple of gasps, which were obviously fake since they saw someone dressed like the Sanderson sisters all of the time. Winifred paused for a moment, but it was not long before a smirk appeared on her face.

"Thank you, Max, for that marvelous introduction," she chuckled out, and Wendy groaned when she began to sing the same song that the man in the skeleton costume was just singing. Everyone in the room cheered, and Max looked to the brunette girl with a disbelieving look.

The man on the stage grabbed the microphone from the Dennison boy's shocked and limp hand as he patted him on the back. "Good joke. Happy Halloween. Thanks a lot."

"No, man, I'm serious!" he shrieked, but they were thrown off the stage moments later.

They froze when they saw Billy making his way through the crowd, and they immediately rushed to the group, grabbed Dani, Allison, and Freddy, and got out of there, leaving the parents behind to be tricked by the sister. Dani gestured for the cat to follow them as well. "Binx, come on!"

"This is really bad!" Max shouted, and he kicked a trash can once they reached the back alley of the building where the party was taking place. They had gotten out of there as soon as possible, and they needed to pause for a second and figure out what in the candy corn was happening.

Wendy grabbed his arm before he could hurt himself. She forced him to look her in the eye as he ran a stressed hand through his hair. "Max, come on! Calm down!"

"Look, I want you to take Dani back to your house and don't let her out of your sight!" he told Allison, gesturing between her and Freddy. They really needed to get the girl out of harm's way while they figured out what to do with the Sanderson sisters.

They heard familiar female voices coming toward them, and they all dove behind an old over that was in the alley. The witches stepped into the space, and Mary lifted her head. Her nostrils flared as she tried to sniff out the children. "I smell — Winnie, I smell — I smell scrod. Scrod. You know. It's a bottom dweller. You cook it sometimes with lovely bread crumbs, little bit of margarine. Or oil. Olive oil is good."

Her siblings stared at her blankly, and Winifred looked like she was about to strangle the woman. She had gotten their hopes up for nothing. The three of them walked away after thinking that there was no one in the alley and they should just continue on with their search.

"I have an idea," Allison spoke up when they were out of earshot, and they all turned to her to see her hand on the old oven. It was open, and she had a smirk on her face that told her best friend exactly what she was thinking. They were going to send those witches to hell.

The five of them were in the front office at school. It was completely deserted until Mary's keen nose led her and her sisters to it. Max was having a lot of fun speaking through the intercom as they walked around the high school, frightened. "Welcome to High School Hell. I'm your host, Boris Karloff Jr. It's time to meet our three contestants: Sarah, Mary and Winifred Sanderson. Read any good spellbooks lately?"

Deciding that they should probably keep an eye on the witches, the children slowly and silently followed them through the hallways. The sisters were being drawn to the art room because of a recording that they had begun playing there. It was in a very special spot.

The kiln.

As soon as the Sandersons were in the room, the teenagers slammed the door shut behind them and giggled in happiness and relief as they watched the sisters burn to the ground. It may have seemed mean and sadistic, but they were so glad that they could just go home. "It's warm in here. Fire. Fire! Aah! It's hot! It's hot!"

"Baby, I burn for you," Freddy told Allison, and every one of them turned to him with looks that said that they could not believe that he actually said that out loud. "Yeah, I didn't have high hopes for that one."

"Farewell, Winifred Sanderson!"