October 31st, 1983.

You had just been walking around the darker parts of Nashlake, not really having any luck at all with candy, or any kinds of treats. As you were finishing up the block you were on, you stumbled across an old, abandoned little home, which you realized was the old home of Lorenzo and Rachel Waterman, who were very, very bad people.

The story was that they invited kids into their home, promising them candy, but instead gave the children a new makeover, that included MUTILATING THEM AND TEARING ALL THE FLESH OFF OF THEIR BODY…until they finally died. Now, the police didn’t have any evidence to arrest them, but the townspeople knew well enough that the couple was behind the murders, and so, they took action, and burned the two in public.

Naturally, having those daring intrusive thoughts in you, resulted in you going inside to check out the now withered and weathered home that was of the Watermans. It was dirty, the wallpaper was peeling off, and there was little to no light or noise…except for a TV being turned on. But, what!? You thought there was no one here except yourself. Maybe someone beat you to it, or…no, it couldn’t have been the Watermans. They were burned alive. But just to be sure, you checked the living room, and before your eyes, was the Witch Sheep, or Rachel, was just sitting there, watching a static TV. You tried stepping out, but she somehow heard you, and spoke in a monotone, dead, almost apathetic voice.

“Hello, little one. What is your name?”

Too scared to respond, you ran out of the house, and somehow ended up in a pumpkin patch, before you dropped your bucket. As you went to pick it up, though, someone else did. The Pumpkin Rabbit, or Lorenzo. He spoke in a husky, low, intimidating voice, with a sinister smile on his face.

“…GREETINGS. I BELIEVE THIS IS YOURS?…”

What do you do?