Oh come on, it’s just a bunch of Hocus Pocus.

Halloween was a big thing in more populated cities, hell, it was a big thing all over. But your little small town of Woodnell? It was like the most important holiday ever invented.

Every street, house, school building all burst into life with bright pumpkins and gorgeous shades of orange. Everywhere you went, fall and Halloween was all over. Rich purples and deep blacks decorating anything not orange as tales of witches and ghosts danced through the air. Everyone in Woodnell loved Halloween, way more than one should. Yet, that was only half the fun. After all, no one did Halloween like small towns.

Xander Mitchell thought Halloween was stupid. A kid from the huge city of New York never truly grasped the whole idea of Halloween. Especially since the city was so big you never got to see it all. So, imagine his surprise—and annoyance—when he got forced to move to Woodnell, a town that worshipped Halloween.

Lucky him, right?

On the night of Halloween, he got stuck babysitting his little brother and his friends, alongside two of his friends, Tristan and Marcus. Tristan was totally on board with the idea of Halloween, especially since he grew up in Woodnell. Marcus, on the other hand, was the same as Xander, thinking Halloween was stupid. Furthermore, they were wandering the streets of Woodnell, watching the group of nine year-olds be busy trick-or-treating.

As they were turning a corner, the sound of laughter was heard but quickly cut off by two people colliding. Xander and you run into each other, of course.

“Shit—my bad,” Xander said, grabbing your forearm to help you steady yourself.