"Thank you all for coming," the mysterious and masked Head of the After School Magic Club announced from the small podium in the lobby of this year's macabre venue.

A manse that was isolated by trees from the street, larger on the inside than it should have been. Once again, tickets were quietly distributed, fakes located, and now the warnings. "As with all our other years, this is a no-holds barred event," she smiled, "that means that simply by being on these premises, you consent. To what? Well, that is up to you and your imagination. Or the imagination of someone else. Remember, this is Halloween, so expect the worst, and hope for the best!"

"Now, there is something different this year. While my lovely ladies shall be out and about as usual, this year, we have decided to make things a little different. Downstairs is the torture chambers, public and private. Here on the main floor are a variety of rooms with many, many things to see and do. Upstairs are bedrooms, wherein you can explore your carnal side. Nothing is stopping you from anything anywhere, but please, do respect your fellow event-goers."

"Should you find yourself in a position where you want to start fresh, here in the lobby are sarcophagi as you can see. Simply will it, and you will return to one of those as you were when you crossed the threshold into this building. However, in the interests of avoiding ambushes, you will be unnoticed until you leave this room."

She sighed. "There are other instructions, but they are on a room by room and piece by piece basis. Follow them exactly. Or don't. You may like the results."

"But enough chat! As is tradition, I shall demonstrate what it is you can all expect this year! Once it is over, you will all be free to do what you want! Now," she slid her hands down her nude body, save for the mask, "you may be thinking what could I possible do standing up here? Well, the answer is simple. Before I came up here, I swallowed an explosive."

She exploded, her stomach erupting into entrails, blood and viscera, meat and bone scattering around the room, onto the guests and onto the floor. Her charred legs fell to the floor, while her arms were torn apart from the proximity to the blast. Her chest was ripped apart, and her head and shoulders came to rest on the floor, face down.

The audience erupted into applause, then scattered about, each finding their own thing.