Death of Halloween

Previously

…The skepticism that had been her shield was starting to crack, and in its place, a dawning realization was taking root. This was no ghost. This was a person. A person with a motive, a plan, and a terrifying connection to Oakhaven’s shadowed history. And the Harvest Festival, the town’s most cherished tradition, was fast approaching, its climax poised to become a stage for something far darker than any ghost story. The shadow of Silas Blackwood, whether real or manufactured, was lengthening, and Eleanor had a chilling premonition that it was about to engulf them all.