Death of Halloween

Previously

…As the first flashing blue and red lights pierced the darkness outside the mill, Eleanor looked at the wreckage of the generator, a monument to a twisted act of vengeance. The whispers of the past had finally been silenced, not by supernatural forces, but by the chillingly real machinations of a man consumed by grief and a thirst for retribution. The climax of vengeance had been averted, but the echoes of what might have been, and the quiet tragedy that had set it all in motion, would linger in the crisp Halloween air for a long, long time.