Death of Halloween

Previously

…Brody went limp, his fight draining away, replaced by a chilling resignation. The red flare sputtered and died, plunging the square back into the flickering orange of the lanterns. The screams of the crowd began to subside, replaced by a stunned, disbelieving silence. The magic of Halloween had been shattered, replaced by the stark, brutal reality of a man’s broken mind and a town’s buried pain. Eleanor, bruised and breathless, lay on the ground, her gaze meeting Sarah’s across the now-calm square. They had survived. But the whispers of the past, and the darkness they had unearthed, would forever haunt the edges of their Halloweens to come.