Death of Halloween

Previously

…But Sarah’s hand was warm and steady on her arm, her gaze resolute. “He’ll listen to us,” Sarah said, her belief a quiet reassurance. Eleanor took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filling her lungs. The truth, she realized, was a far more intricate and terrifying entity than any ghost. It was a carefully constructed illusion, built on a foundation of lies and manipulation, and it was about to be unveiled on the grandest stage Oakhaven had to offer. The festival was only days away, and the clock was ticking.