‘Late’ on a Thursday night was never so lively as it is October 31st. Kids were engraving the memory of orange hues and candy in their ever so malleable minds, teenagers were with their friends at parties or walking the streets, college students were straining under the loud music played in clubs or at frats- Abby included. And you, isolated under the tender-felt throw blanket you had so carefully wrapped around yourself for maximum efficiency. Still, the air carried the sound of heavy knocks at your door and with a reluctant grumble, you stood.