[Susan's actually sort of getting used to attending weekly parties, now. It seems grim, but at least it gets everybody out and talking? Even if some of the gimmicks are a little much. Costumes are - obviously - not really her thing, but the ghost stories? Those sound fun. So Susan grabs the first thing she happens upon that's easy to just put on with her clothes: a pair of black angel wings. Easy, done.

Other people are talking, so she'll go hang out around the food for a little while, picking at some snacks while she listens to the stories from the others. Later, though, she'll go up to tell some ghost stories herself:]

There's an old story the kids in my neighborhood used to tell. It's called The Cat Widow. Or I could tell you about Doctor X?

[Susan's life is a horror story.]