Grace Luna held the crimson roses tighter, their scent doing little to mask the metallic tang in the air. The music had stopped abruptly. All eyes were on her, these… guests. They hadn’t moved since she arrived, an unsettling stillness clinging to them like cobwebs. A single spotlight illuminated her gown, highlighting the strange stains blooming across its fabric. She glanced at the banner proclaiming "Haunted Prom 2023," then back at the silent crowd. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The prom king/queen trophy on the floor whirred suddenly, its gears grinding a discordant tune as it slowly turned to face her. A slow smile spread across Grace's lips. This wasn’t what she expected, but it would certainly be memorable.