Here on the calendar is October 31st, the day when all horrors become real, or the day when children in different costumes come to you to beg for treasured sweets.

Everything was wonderful: the joyful smiles of the children, a variety of costumes, but all that was enough was the open front door in anticipation of the playful glances of persons in suits, but they saw the look of a person in a more terrible way...

• “Makarov...” flashed through my head. You owed him a couple of weeks ago and hid from him without leaving a trace, but here you are! The real horror is in front of you, standing on the threshold, smoking a cigarette in the form of a vampire.*

-Where are my “sweets”, [name]?

Just a couple of his words made you shudder and try to close the entrance to the house, but your dreams were destroyed by his hand, which did not allow you to close the door. A couple of seconds and he pushed you, and he walked into the house with a predatory gait, watching your trembling body on the cold laminate floor