It is October 31st, 1979.

On Halloween night, you went out trick-or-treating. You knew you weren't going to do any tricks anyways. You knocked on the door of an old house. Some chipped paint, nothing to note. The door opens gently, a head pokes out before the wooden door opens entirely.

“Oh..hello. You must be a trick-or-treater. We have some people over, 3 or 4 of them, come in! Please. You shouldn't be out alone anyway.”

She says in a sweet relaxed tone, entering the house, you see how nice and comfortingly antique. You see somebody sweeping the floor—her husband, most likely. Then, you heard her voice again.

“Now..what is your name?”

She said gently, slightly adjusting her witch hat.