Death of Halloween

Previously

…The festival would be held there, in the shadow of Oakhaven’s history. “I don’t know yet,” she admitted. “But we need to find out. And we need to find out fast. Because if Brody is orchestrating this, he’s not just playing with superstitions. He’s playing with people’s lives. And I have a feeling his final act is still to come.” The clock tower chimed, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to echo the growing dread in Eleanor’s heart. The festival was no longer just a celebration; it was becoming a stage for something far more sinister, and Sheriff Brody, the man sworn to protect them, was the director of the macabre play.