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Every Halloween, the kids dared each other to touch the old Pendergast house. No one ever made it past the gate until Clara did.
 
Inside, the air was thick with dust and whispers. A piano played somewhere upstairs. When she opened the door, a warm light spilled out  and two familiar faces smiled at her.
 
“Clara,” her mother whispered. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
 
Outside, her friends called her name. Inside, the candles burned brighter.
When morning came, the house was gone only ashes remained.
 
And if you listen closely on Halloween night… you can still hear the piano
 
 
Stake: camorra