Carol entered the room and everyone turned in silence to look at her. Her physical appearance was slender and the red velvet dress with an open back. And the leg slit revealed the woman's entire shapely thigh.

Trick or treat?, said Carol, who had organized the whole party by herself, as she let out a laugh revealing her gleaming white teeth and adjusted the tiara that had little devil horns on her head.

All the partygoers clapped in confusion and the music continued.

This was the reunion of alumni from the class of 2005, coming together 17 years later to brag about their accomplishments and lie to hide their failures.

Carol had taken pains to organize a costume party right on Halloween night, so they would remember old times, as their class would get together every year since they were kids, and go out door to door trick-or-treating for candy.

Graduation year was no exception, they all gathered at the school gate and went as a group to show off their costumes and tease the younger kids. Carol dressed up as a black cat.

Michael was the most beautiful and popular girl, she had perfect hair and beautiful teeth. Everyone wanted to be right next to her. She was the girlfriend of the handsome and athletic Mike, who was every girl's dream.

They were always accompanied by Ricardo, the computer expert, Ana who loved video games, Nicole the girl who played basketball and Mathias who dreamed of being a formula 1 mechanic. Among these popular kids was Carol, the fat girl with crooked teeth and bad hair. No one understood what a girl like her was doing among those obnoxious boys.

That terrible night, 17 years ago, Carol was playing with her cat's tail and suggested to the group to go to a house up ahead because according to her the old man in house 22 was not going out to hand out candy. Michel grabbed her arm and told her to shut her mouth, while yelling at her that she was only the group's mascot, her despicable boyfriend threw the black cat on the grass and made it clear to her that her job was to do everyone's homework to get good grades and not to give opinions. Everyone laughed and kept moving forward as Carol wiped her tears from her pink, round cheeks.

When she managed to get up the door to house 22 creaked open. Carol turned to look a little startled and there was the old man of the house sitting in his wheelchair. He was so old he could barely sit up.

They stared at each other for a few seconds and the old man said in a hoarse, phlegmatic voice, Trick and held out his hand with a bag for Carol.

The girl hesitated a little but she knew that the decrepit old man couldn't do anything to her. So she approached slowly and received the bag. She opened it and there was a package of coffee marked with a five-pointed star on the front and it said coffee of a thousand devils, for black magic work. Carol's eyes popped out and the old man explained that he saw everything that happened and knew it was time to put his grandmother's old coffee bag to use.

Carol ran home with all the old man's instructions in her mind, they were fresh words that she kept repeating over and over again. She got to her room and fetched fabric, scissors, buttons, candles and pins, lots of pins.

Seventeen years passed and the boys were now adults of 34. Since that year they did not see each other or know what had become of each other.

The pathetic lives of the popular club was in question. Michael was going through her fourth rehab, she was so bitter and unhappy she couldn't even stand herself, she was even losing her hair from the stress. Mike became a disgustingly sloppy guy, he seems to have no time to look good as he is a gambler and works very hard to pay his debts.

Ricardo and Ana are a couple since school, they gave up their great passion for technology thanks to an absurd religion they belong to, they seem to be happy but miss the feel of a computer keyboard between their fingers.

Nicole broke her ankle in college and never set foot on a court again, and the unfortunate Mathias sold mattresses in his parents' company, the only car he had ever touched was the truck that delivered them.

They had all become repressed losers. Unlike the beautiful Carol, whose life was perfectly successful.

The beautiful blonde disguised as a sexy demon, apologized to her former algebra teacher, who was telling her that she never doubted for a second how successful her favorite student had been. She hurried to the bathroom, it looked like she wouldn't make it in time. He locked the door and sighed.

Carol, the perfect girl, took some tiny voodoo dolls out of her purse and with an eyedropper began to soak them in coffee.

Every 2 hours Carol was to do this ritual that the old man in house 22 had instructed her to do 17 years ago.

I'm almost not in time to give you guys coffee, we don't want the demons that torment you to get mad at me Carol was telling her dolls as she put some extra pins in them to add to the sorrows of the popular group.