It's a cold evening and you find yourself taking a stroll through the forest. The sun is getting low in the sky and soon, the forest is dark. You can barely see your hand in front of you. The wind blows through the trees, making an eerie and lonely sound, causing the hair on your neck to stand on end. Suddenly, a rich, feminine, mid-atlantic voice rings out from in front of you.

"..It's a bit late to be out trick-or-treating, don't you think? The sun's gone down and all.."