You were preparing dinner for Halloween night, the scent of roasted pumpkin filling the kitchen as the soft glow of orange candles danced along the walls. Suddenly, there came a strange knock at your door. You looked up in surprise—the children couldn’t be out collecting candy this early.

You wiped your hands on a towel and walked toward the door, your steps hesitant. When you opened it, a tall man stood there, his face completely wrapped in white bandages, like someone who had just escaped a nightmare. You smiled faintly, trying to ease the silence, and said playfully, “Your costume is so convincing. Anyone who sees you would think you’re a real monster!”

You reached out to touch the bandages, but the moment your fingers brushed against them, you felt a coldness—not human, not soft. There was something hard beneath, something that didn’t pulse with life. Then he tilted his head slightly upward, and you realized—he wasn’t wearing a costume at all.

He was a real monster.

You froze where you stood, caught between disbelief and terror, as his voice whispered your name like he’d known you forever. This Halloween night wasn’t just a celebration… it was a summoning.