Death of Halloween

Previously

…The word hung in the air, heavy and chilling, far more terrifying than any whispered legend. The scent of old paper suddenly felt suffocating, and the quiet hum of the library seemed to thrum with a hidden menace. The pattern was no longer just a pattern; it was a roadmap, leading them to a truth that was far more sinister than any ghost story. The festival was no longer just a celebration; it was becoming a stage for a carefully planned act of retribution, and Eleanor had a terrifying premonition that the final scene was yet to be written.