The Frat Party

by

Bill Hart





"I'm still not sure we should have done this, Terry.  Buying a spell 

from some old man in the mall is just plain stupid."



"Maybe.  But we told the guys we'd fill the house with girls for the 

party, Chris.  Did you ask anyone that is actually coming?"



"Everyone said they were busy."



"Then we don't have much other choice, do we?  The spell, or NO girls."



It didn't take long to find the things needed for the spell.  Somehow 

the old man had known that everything necessary could be found in the 

house.  A half-hour before the party was to start, Chris and Terry read 

the spell, replacing the blank space marked "time of invocation" with 

7pm.



As they finished, they neither felt nor heard anything unusual.  Not 

knowing what else to do, they went downstairs to join the rest of the 

guys.



"Well." asked Dennis, "Where are the girls you promised?  I knew we 

shouldn't have trusted you wimps."



Just then, still a little before 7, the doorbell rang.



"That must be them now, asshole." replied Terry.  "C'mon, Chris.  You 

too, Dennis.  It's time to party."



As they reached the door, Terry opened it, only to be surprised by 

several old men standing at the threshold.  Recognizing one, Terry 

exclaimed "What the ...," only to be interrupted as the clock on the 

mantle struck 7.



"Hi, I'm Terri.  And this is Crissy and Denise.  Won't you guys come in?"

The rest of our sisters are just dying to meet all of you."



"See, I told you not to worry," said the young man, who had only 

recently been an old man selling spells in the mall.  "I told you we'd 

been partying tonight with a house full of girls."