Death of Halloween

Previously

…The festival was only days away. The air was thick with anticipation, but now, for Sarah, it was laced with a primal fear. She knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that this wasn't just about pranks or old ghosts. This was about something far more deliberate, far more vengeful. And Eleanor, so caught up in her skepticism, was walking directly into the path of a storm Sarah could already feel gathering. The old legends, the whispers of Silas Blackwood, the chilling echoes of the past – they were no longer just stories. They were a prelude. And Sarah feared, with every fibre of her being, that the final act was about to begin.