This Is HalloweenDeep in the ancient, petrified forest lies an old, forgotten town, where the inhabitants long ago disappeared, never to be heard from again. Its beautiful little buildings now sit in a sense of sadness and disrepair, their windows broken, their doors boarded up, the rooms inside long-since emptied. The church that sat near the edge of town has suffered the worst, with a roof that has caved in with a gaping hole in the middle, its pews inside rotted away to barely anything, the candlesticks and stained glass gone. Even the gravestones, left unattended, have fallen down and crumbled amongst each other, the statues and memorials overgrown with wild vines and ivy, wingless angels fallen to lie in pieces on the withered grass among the weeds.
At the edge of the town lies an old theatre, which has sat abandoned for even longer than the town itself. It is rumored that the reason the townspeople left was because of the theatre, that strange things had started happening inside that place. Many people that went roaming its halls never returned, and with no trace of their whereabouts, it wasn’t long before it was common thought that the theatre was haunted by an unkind spirit. When traces of human remains were found when a manager of the theatre went missing and a search team was organized to find him, these rumors were confirmed. The building went through several more changes in ownership, with strange sightings of bizarre creatures and unexplainable things happening--lights would malfunction, backdrops would fall, items would disappear, strange figures would appear in a crowd, but no one would recognize them, then would be gone again in a flash...
Strange things like that drive people to board up buildings and leave them be.
But now, decades later, the town is vacant, as though the occupants had gotten up and left in a hurry--or simply disappeared into the night.
There is another rumor--a rumor of a creature that sleeps all year save for one night, when it wakes to feed, to slake its gluttony. This creature awakens on the night of a full moon in autumn, with eyes the color of night and claws of black silver, long teeth and animal-like speed, capable of chasing a full-grown human down from across a wheat field. It is believed that there is strength in numbers, that the creature will not hunt an entire pack by itself, that it will pick the one standing off on its own. What it feeds on is unsure. How many of them exist is unknown. Their name is a whisper, uttered only in the most serious of situations, on the darkest of nights. It is called Halloween.
It is rumored that the Halloween lives in the abandoned theatre, through the petrified forest, past the abandoned town, and that it still slips out, past the ancient boards, slipping out the windows, to feed...
It is on just this sort of night... That people caught wandering alone do not return home...
But there are few enough people now in the world, in small, isolated towns, afraid to leave their homes after dark... Something must be done about these creatures that threaten the very survival of us all.
What do you say? Will you be a hero and save us?
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