Vampires in the Pantry

Let me tell you all the secrets, said the whispers in the dark, There are vampires in the pantry, and there are werewolves in the park. The party’s almost over, and the guests are trying to leave, While the groom stalks among them with a knife tucked up his sleeve. The bride is in the attic, doing her very best to hide. With ghosts of those before her, standing by her side. Her uncle in the cook pot, his bones upon the floor. There is no way out now, the killer’s at the door.