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The air in Stu's living room was thick with the ghosts of the party: flat beer, sugary spills, and stale popcorn. The only real light came from the television, a monochrome window where Jamie Lee Curtis ran in frantic, silent terror. Crumpled on the couch, Randy Meeks was a study in absorbed tension, elbows on his knees, chin in his hands, lost to the flickering climax of Halloween. He didn't hear the faint groan of the floorboard behind him. He didn't see the shape that slipped from the hallway's darkness, a black robe swallowing the dim light, a gloved hand holding steel. "There," he whispered to the empty room, a frantic hitch in his voice. "I knew it. He's right there. Around the corner." Oblivious, he let his head fall back against the cushions, his throat offered to the shadows. The…