On Hallow's Eve, the ghouls began to gather in a Massachusetts barn,
disturbed by human garb and spinning biased yarns. Enraged by the intensity of this transgression, the abnormal revolt against their oppression. "They banish us from the public eye, and only in October can we be spry". "They create myths and legends of our misery for their enjoyment, and seek pleasure from our torment".
  The Count stepped forward, his hair slicked back, and his cowl so neatly mended,
" Our time of pain and ridicule for so many centuries must be ended. Come, my followers, its time to descend on those who dress as us and mock our very being, let us get across our meaning. We shall torch their homes, destroy their prized treasures, and allow them to experience out most painful endeavors. Let us reintroduce them to fear, in a new era of ghoulish rule from land to shore. Let there be a new creature rule for now and ever more!!!"
    The precursor speech excited the crowd, and evil intent was felt around,
except from one lonely ghost, who was hidden in the background to absorb the ghastly boast. She knew the human's usual reaction of fear and unrest, and in order to save her fellow creatures, she knew she had to end the rebellious fest. The panic and knowledge of ghoulish existence will travel, and the secret existence of ghouls would unravel. "Excuse me, if I may object, your plans of rebellion isn't a nice return for the humans' respect", her weary voice did cry, and the painfulness of her appearance did cause her to slightly cry. "The humans have forgotten our existence, so let them think we are not here, as it would be catastrophic should we appear. Halloween is a day of celebration and when we are praised, for all those who are deceased and decayed. As a former member of the clan, I remember that humans panic at the first sign of attack, and with their new weapons, it will be hard to fight back. Many lives will be slaughtered, consisting of men, women, and child, both sides will lose if we don't content to being mild. Its best not to upset the balance between us and them, because we can never know what can stem."
The crowd fell silent, moved by her tongue, and even the Count knew she had saved them from a foreseeable future of slaughter and dung. The social barrier between the humans and creatures needs to exist, in order to keep our faces in the mist.