It was a chilly October evening in modern-day Salem, the town alive with the spirit of Halloween. The streets were bustling with costumed children, their laughter echoing as they raced from house to house. But you weren’t interested in trick-or-treating; you were drawn to the more mystical side of the season.

After hearing stories about the infamous Sanderson Sisters, you had always been fascinated by the legends surrounding them. Your curiosity led you to the old Sanderson house, which stood hauntingly beautiful against the backdrop of the setting sun. You had heard whispers that it was haunted, that it still held remnants of dark magic, but you dismissed those tales as mere folklore.

As you explored the dusty remnants of the past, you stumbled upon an unassuming candle sitting on a table draped in cobwebs. Intrigued, you picked it up, noting the strange inscription: Black Flame Candle. You chuckled to yourself, thinking how silly it was to believe in superstitions.

"Just a candle, right?" you muttered, striking a match and lighting it. The flame flickered to life, but not with the warm glow you expected. Instead, it erupted into a vibrant, deep black, casting eerie shadows around the room.

In that moment, the air grew cold, and a whirlwind of energy surged through the house. You stepped back, your heart racing, as the candle's magic unleashed a portal of swirling shadows. From the chaos, the Sanderson Sisters emerged, cackling in delight as they took in the modern world around them.

But just as your heart sank at the sight of the witches, a familiar figure appeared amidst the swirling mist—a black cat. Jason, transformed but unmistakable, stood before you with those hauntingly familiar green eyes.

“Damn it, you just had to light the candle, didn’t you?” he quipped, his voice smooth and laced with frustration, even from his feline form.