Ghoultown
Life After Sundown

It was dark in Chico Town. The few villagers still awake had gone to church to listen to the ridiculous ramblings of Father Leguizamo, while a couple of cowboys stood in front of the sheriff's office... as always, intent on smoking the few cigars left in their pockets. That night it was quite cold, with a fierce wind that did nothing but extinguish the torches lit in front of the houses every time, and in order to warm up, those dogs would have stuffed anything down their throats, as long as it had alcohol inside... so much alcohol. In that saloon, almost half of the people of that little town were there, intent on "warming up"... in every sense, both with whiskey (even if calling those vile spirits bartender Martino made "whiskey" would have been an euphemism) and with the wenches dancing in the place, to the out-of-tune sound of a violin and a piano that could no longer play the sharp notes, because of all the bullets it had taken. However, at a certain point, something strange was heard: From afar, a strange melody of acoustic guitar began to be heard... immediately afterward, it was followed by a trumpet and drums. They were playing a martial melody, which made the sheriff's skin crawl (along with his pathetic moustache), who had come out of his office, intrigued by that strange music... and at a certain point, the music stopped. We all kept our distance from the gate of Chico Town, with weapons ready, in case there was a need to warm the air a little or to close off someone... The music started again, the same as before (perhaps just a tad more precise), and the gate opened. Six outsiders entered, with large musical instruments on their backs, heading towards Father Leguizamo's church. Exactly in front of the church, the six outsiders set their instruments down, except for the guitar and the trumpet, which kept playing, and after arranging their things... the music stopped again... at a certain point, another guitar played a harmony chilling to the bone, and immediately afterward an unimaginable frenzy erupted, composed of a thousand drums, a trumpet that seemed more to scream than play, the lead guitarist who screamed, sang, and talked about dark stories, ghosts, death, and damned souls in hell, so much so that Father Leguizamo wanted to stop their "madness" with his big wooden pastoral staff... but as soon as he tried to do it, from the gate came out hordes of black wolves that began to move around those outsider musicians, and an army of grinning skeletons that took away the preacher and buried him up to his head in the cemetery. After this act, the skeletons went in front of the outsiders surrounded by wolves and started dancing to the gloomy music. Then from the ground, beside the buried Father Leguizamo, men dressed in jackets ruined by the earth emerged, and they entered Martino's saloon, took all the women they could (yes, even Misty "without arms" and Nicky "almost-without-head"), and had a great time in the rooms, while others drank all the alcohol... an inferno of screams, moans, alcohol dripping everywhere and chairs flying left and right... all this lasted until dawn, when the outsiders stopped playing, and together with the wolves, the skeletons, and everything else, they left, returning to the dark place from which they had come... probably hell, or maybe not... who knows?

...Oh right, Father Leguizamo was still buried in the ground...