really bad dead

I was preparing this work for the "Eternal, Second Wave" competition, but there was no particular hope of winning. This piece is also part of the Madnesday series.
... When Halloween comes and the boundaries between worlds are erased, the evil buried in the bowels of the earth wakes up, seeps through cracks and crevices, crawls out to the surface through rat holes and wormholes. It spreads in a greenish mist over the ground, waiting for twilight to absorb fears and phobias, gain strength and start hunting. Rumors of witches, monsters and living dead hiding in the dark will spread in whispers, a terrible howl will be heard from the thicket of the forest, the shadows outside the windows will start a frantic dance, something heavy will rustle under the bed, and yellowish eyes will peep out of the toilet bowl... or do these reflections of street lamps play on the shiny handle? But as soon as the sun rises, the rays of the luminary will dispel the accursed fog, drive evil deep into the bowels of the earth, where darkness and cold reign, and it will again plunge into sleep, gaining strength...
But it happens that evil finds the beaten path, and then, having been saved, gains special strength. And here not only fears arise, but also what has been dead for many years. Woe to the one who challenges him! But what to do if a musical group consisting of a hooligan drummer, zombie punk, a young sorceress and a little timid soloist stands in the way of the forces of evil?