Промт для Seedance 2.5: ночной хэллоуин с монстрами в вспышке фишай

STYLE: Photoreal raw flash footage, like a found Halloween night tape. Shot on a cheap early-2000s consumer camcorder with a fisheye lens: strong barrel distortion, harsh on-camera flash/light blasting whatever is close to the lens with blown-out highlights and hard shadows, everything past a few meters falls off into an underexposed, near-black background. 

Heavy camcorder noise, video grain, slight interlacing, smeared motion blur, auto-exposure pumping, occasional focus hunting, slightly crushed and green-tinted digital color. Chaotic documentary realism: the operator is a person running and reacting in real time, frantic handheld whip-pans, crash zooms, the camera bumping into things, subjects shoved right up into the fisheye lens. Meme energy: absurd moments played totally real. 

FAST pace: hard jump cuts every 0.5-1 second, no transitions. No on-screen text, no timestamp overlay, no titles, no logos, no watermark. CAST: @image (15) the devil woman. 

Dale the werewolf: a huge, hulking, shaggy grey-brown werewolf with glowing yellow eyes, a long snarling snout full of teeth, and matted fur. He wears a torn red varsity-style bowling jacket hanging off his massive frame, shredded at the sleeves. The skeletons: a trio of full-body human skeletons with bleached off-white bones, wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses and black tactical vests. One of them wears a bright orange baseball cap and white sneakers. The elderly witch: a frail, wrinkled old woman with wild grey hair, wearing a black feathered cape and sharp cat-eye glasses, with a pointed witch's hat and a crooked grin. The Headless Horseman: a tall rider in a burgundy velvet coat with no head, seated on a powerful black horse with a flowing mane. Shot 1 (0-2.2s): Flash-lit fisheye shot at a gas station at night, the devil woman bored against an old pickup, camera close on her face; out of the black behind her, the werewolf sprints into the flash and leaps straight at the lens; she swings up a shotgun and fires, muzzle flash whiting out the frame, camera knocked sideways. Shot 2 (2.2-2.8s): Whip-pan into a dark alley: three skeletons on a low wall lit only by the flash, one raises his rifle and they jump down at the camera. Shot 3 (2.8-3.6s): The devil woman leaps out of a black archway right past the lens, her red tulle skirt and sheer sleeves flaring and filling the frame, firing a rifle. Shot 4 (3.6-4s): Flash-blown close-up of muzzle flash and sparks, camera shaking. Shot 5 (4-5s): Running handheld through a dark farmyard toward a shed with propane tanks; the elderly witch zooms past the lens on a ride-on lawnmower, cape flapping, straight into the tanks. 

Shot 6 (5-6s): Massive fireball overexposes the camera; the witch is blasted up into the black sky; operator falls back. Shot 7 (6-6.6s): Pitch black cornfield, flash pops on: her broom stabs into the dirt right in front of the lens. Shot 8 (6.6-7.8s): 

City street at night, camera on the sidewalk; the Headless Horseman gallops inches past the fisheye lens holding a flaming jack-o'-lantern, fire flaring the image. Shot 9 (7.8-8.8s): 

A parked old sedan explodes, camera recoils, image clips to white then auto-exposes back. Shot 10 (8.8-12.2s): Packed barn Halloween party, flash on, crowd in witch hats and bedsheet ghosts screaming and holding up phones. 

Dance battle filmed from the front row: the devil woman, in her full devil costume with horns and heels, hits a sharp freeze right in the fisheye lens; the skeleton in the orange cap and white sneakers does a headspin, then collapses into a pile of loose bones. 

Crowd goes insane, camera shaking. Shot 11 (12.2-14s): Camera drops to the floor: harsh flash on scattered bones, the skull rolls straight into the lens and stops, distorted by the fisheye, background black. Hold. AUDIO: Raw camcorder mic audio, clipping and distorted: wind, werewolf roar, shotgun blast, people yelling 'YO!', lawnmower engine, explosions blowing out the mic, hooves, party crowd screaming, bones clattering, skull rolling. No music, no score.