stake: TrinityModz
The Halloween night glowed orange over the small town of Brindle Hollow. On every porch, pumpkin lanterns flickered, paper ghosts danced in the wind – the streets buzzed with laughter.
Four friends – Leo, Mia, Jordan as well as Tessa – completed their annual trick-or-treat challenge: they wanted to visit every single house before midnight. Their bags were half filled, their sneakers sticky with leaves and melted chocolate, when they reached the end of Lantern Street.
One house remained.
It was old; it crouched behind iron gates, its windows showed black. No decorations. No lighting. Not even a pumpkin. The others wanted to skip it. Leo, who showed no fear, grinned.
“Come on. The creepier it looks, the better the candy.”
They pushed against the gate. It opened with a scream.
The porch boards creaked with every step – a faint light shimmered under the door – it appeared greenish, like swamp water. Leo knocked once. A second time.
No answer.
He was just about to turn back when the door swung open by itself.
Inside stood an old woman in a faded witch costume. Her face was disfigured. he woke up.