Phantasma: A Latin Halloween Celebration

They say that on Halloween night, the line between the living and the lost disappears — and this year, it vanishes completely inside Phantasma.

As the clock strikes 7:00 PM, the doors creak open to reveal a world cloaked in velvet shadows and gold light. Guests enter through a fog of mystery.

The chandeliers sway, the walls seem to breathe, and the air thrums with a pulse not entirely human. Then — the music begins.

First, Fabiola emerges from the darkness, her presence fierce and magnetic. Her voice cuts through the silence like a crimson flame, drawing every gaze to her as if bewitched. With each note, she awakens the room — the first spark of life in this haunted paradise.

Then Alessandro joins the stage, his charm smooth and dangerous. His songs weave tales of desire and ghosts of love long gone, each lyric echoing against the walls as if the spirits themselves are singing back.

Angela Marie follows, ethereal and haunting, her voice gliding through the smoke like a whispered secret. Oliver Glynn a pianist whose touch seems to summon music from another realm. Every note feels like a spell — soft, mesmerizing, and impossible to escape.

Finally, STEBN rises under flickering light. His beats hit like thunder in the dark, shaking the floor and summoning a storm of movement. The crowd falls under his rhythm — hearts pounding, shadows swirling, and souls surrendering to the sound.

Then comes the master of the night — DJ Shadow. From his booth surrounded by glinting mirrors, he commands the floor with waves of reggaetón, dembow, and Latin house, twisting the night into something alive, primal, and electric.

All around, guests feast on free finger foods, delicacies meant to lure the living while appeasing the spirits who linger close. And near the stage, under dim candlelight, Oscar (@inkthecitty_tattoo) leaves his mark — crafting ghostly designs and enchanted sigils for those brave enough to carry Phantasma’s energy home.

By the time the clock whispers 1:00 AM, the final note fades into mist. The laughter turns to echoes. The candles flicker, and no one can tell if what they’ve witnessed was a show… or a summoning.

Welcome to Phantasma — where luxury meets the afterlife, and every soul becomes part of the story.

By 1:00 AM, when the lights begin to flicker and the final song fades, no one is certain if they’ve witnessed a performance… or a haunting. All that remains is the echo of music, the trace of perfume, and the feeling that something — or someone — followed them home.

Welcome to Phantasma — where luxury meets the afterlife, and every heartbeat becomes part of the tale.

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