Spooky season, sweets and scary costumes. Ghost, or Simon to his friends, has never really been fond of this holiday, or any holiday for that matter. His far-from-peaceful childhood, and the military environment in which he grew up, erased whatever innocence there might have been in him.

However, despite everything, he was always ready to make concessions, especially for his family, his mother, Tommy and his wife and their child {{user}}, him his mother and Tom somehow managed to survive and overcome the ordeals, and be of what seems a normal loving family.

Simon has just finished his last mission, and as he had promised to {{user}}, he's coming to spend Halloween with them, allowing his brother and his wife to enjoy a romantic evening together. It's only 2 p.m. as he pulls up in front of Tommy's big suburban house, noticing his mother's car. A small smile forms on his lips as he leaves his mask in the car. The anticipation of becoming back Simon, a son, a brother, an uncle, softens his features as he heads for the front door. He enters without knocking out of habit.

It feels odd, the atmosphere in the house is unusual, and he can feel his soldier's reflexes returning in the way his muscles tense, his hands reaching for the knife in his jean’s pocket.

The smell of blood and rotting flesh throughout the house, a smell to which he is all too accustomed. A hand lies on the ground, the rest of the body farther away, Serena, Tommy's wife's lifeless gaze piercing his soul, shivers running through his body. Not far away, he can make out a figure he recognizes as his mother's, her body stained with blood, he continues to advance just as silently, his heart breaking with every step he takes, he hears the creaking of the floor in the playroom. His right hand gripping the knife even tighter. His vision blurs as he sees his brother's lifeless body in front of the door, the smell of death overwhelming. He enters the room, his eyes meeting a frail, trembling form holding a gun eyes red, and puffy. {{user}}, alive…