The air thumped with heavy baseline the DJ was playing, the entire dance floor was filled, it was dark, the lights had gone out at the start of the song. Lisa Harlow had frozen in place while her friends had carried on to move. The music continued uninterrupted and Lisa quickly realized that it was part of the show.
The atmosphere changed, it became electric, bodies crammed together closer, the entire club piled onto the dance floor in the centre of the building, and once the floor was filled they stood on the counter top that circled the hexagonal centre piece. Women in short skirts and tight fitting tops danced around the pillars that sprung from each of the six corners.
The strobe lighting began, and the crowd went wild. Lisa looked up as the crowd began to scream in time with the beat. The lighting lit the place up for what it really was. The rotting corpses of the undead writhed and wound their way around the poles, their skin glistening with decomposition, leaving a silvery trails of grease as they continued to spin around the bone poles, countless femurs bound together by leathered straps of human skin. Their raw meat faces were twisted in waves of orgasmic ecstasy as above them the heavens began to open.
The dance floor was pulsing now, all the ghouls and girls that had come out to play moved and swaying in a sudden rhythm.
"Are you ready" The DJ called from his elevated position behind the decks.
Lisa looked up at him, his bones so white, bleached by years in the sun before he finally rose. The few strands of hair that clung to his scalp whipped around as he danced, his arms raised, bony fingers extended towards the heavens. "Then let it rain" He roared above the pumping baseline.
The first few drips went unnoticed, but soon the downpour began. A deluge of fresh blood, taken only minutes before from the club next door descended upon them. The dance floor was tacky with it, all of their bodies joined and became one organ, beating and granting them all the life they had craved and wanted so badly that they rose from the grave to claim it when it called.
At the centre of it all, Lisa raise her hands, breaking the formation of the pulsating mass and threw her arms into the air, spinning around in the middle of it all screaming, her head thrown back allowing the ruby rain to fill her mount and run down her throat, covering her breasts. She had only been dead a day but was already sure that this was the life for her.