Death of Halloween

Previously

…Sarah reached across the desk and took Eleanor’s hand, her grip firm. “Then we have to figure out who. Before it’s too late. Before the festival.” The words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken dread. The Oakhaven Halloween festival, the grand culmination of the town’s traditions, was only two days away. The festival, Eleanor now realized with a chilling certainty, was the perpetrator’s intended stage. And the locket, this tangible clue, was the first sign that the play was already in motion, and the audience was about to be given a terrifying show.