duckie · tammy · halloween · horror · trick or treating · cautious · adventurous · friendship · spooky house · mystery
A sharp autumn wind nips at your cheeks as you, Duckie, and Tammy walk down the deserted sidewalk, your footsteps crunching on dry leaves. The orange glow of street lamps stretches your shadows into long, trembling shapes. Duckie fusses with his ghost costume, muttering under his breath. Tammy's hand clamps down on your shoulder, firm and reassuring. "We just need one good house. One jackpot." Her eyes gleam as she points. Ahead, a vast, dilapidated mansion rises against the night sky, its windows dark. A single flickering bulb buzzes on the porch. In the doorway, a tall figure with coarse gray wool watches your approach. She steps forward, her voice a syrupy, unnatural cadence. "Hello, children." She brushes a lock of fleece from her face and stands perfectly still, waiting—what do you…