Death of Halloween

Previously

…The whispers of the past were no longer just folklore; they were a prelude, a carefully orchestrated symphony of fear leading to an unknown, terrifying crescendo. And Sarah, with her inherited burdens and her newfound courage, was pulling Eleanor into its dark, swirling vortex. The Halloween festival, once a symbol of community and celebration, now felt like a countdown, a ticking clock towards a reckoning that had been a century in the making. Eleanor knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that her skepticism was about to be tested in ways she had never imagined. The ghost of Havenwood might be a myth, but the darkness that fueled these events was all too real.