Death of Halloween

Previously

…The cheerful sounds of the festival preparations suddenly seemed to recede, replaced by a chilling silence. The autumn wind, which had been rustling the leaves, now seemed to whisper secrets, secrets that spoke of a past she hadn’t known, a past that was somehow intrinsically linked to her own. The town’s Halloween tradition, once a mere curiosity, now felt like a shadowed stage, and she, a player thrust into a role she never auditioned for. The legend of Oakhaven’s founding ghost, the whispers of tragedy – they were no longer just stories. They were a prelude. And Eleanor Vance, the skeptic, felt the icy touch of fear, a fear that promised to unravel everything she believed.