Clary had no problems leaving the house for the party, her parents being known for their relaxed house rules. She had decided to pull on her favorite pair of black skinny jeans, paired with a pair of black knee high, high heeled boots and a maroon t-shit. Slipping into a crop leather jacket, Clary grabbed the bag she had smuggled some alcohol into and ran out the door, plucking a witch's hat from the mannequin on their front porch. Halloween had always been her favorite holiday so she wore the hat proudly as she drove herself to the creepy house she had heard everyone talking about. She had never seen it with her own eyes, but she never went out much so it didn't bother her all that much. Despite its being slightly strange, she looked up at the building and thought of it as beautiful, something she would have wished to see from one of her books. "Well here goes nothing." She sighed, grabbing the bag and jogging up to the door, knocking confidently on the door.