Death of Halloween

Previously

…The thought of Old Man Hemlock, the town’s eccentric hermit, a man whose pronouncements were as cryptic as they were infrequent, sent a shiver down Eleanor’s spine. But as she looked at Sarah, at the unwavering belief in her friend’s eyes, Eleanor knew they had to try. The shadows were lengthening, and the whispers in the wind seemed to grow louder, carrying with them the promise of a Halloween far darker than anyone had ever imagined. The first ominous sign had been revealed, and it was no longer a matter of dismissing it as a prank. It was a warning.