Death of Halloween

Previously

…“We don’t need them to believe us,” Eleanor said, her gaze fixed on the distant, twinkling lights of the town square. “We need to find proof. Something he can’t deny. And we need to find it before he does whatever he’s planning.” The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and cinnamon, but now, to Eleanor, it carried a faint, metallic tang, the scent of blood and fear. The festival was about to begin, and in the heart of Oakhaven, a different kind of reckoning was about to unfold. The stage was set, the actors were in place, and the curtain was about to rise on a night that promised to be anything but festive.