Death of Halloween

Previously

…And the ‘man with eyes like chips of ice’ from Clara Hemlock’s diary… the chilling precision of the messages, the deliberate manipulation of the legend… it all began to coalesce into a terrifying possibility. The perpetrator wasn't a ghost. It was someone very real, someone with a deep-seated motive, someone who knew the town’s history intimately, and was using it as their stage. And Eleanor, the skeptic, suddenly felt a cold dread, a premonition that she and Sarah were no longer just observers, but were becoming unwilling participants in a play written long ago, a play that was about to reach its terrifying, final act.