It’s Halloween night in Salem, and you’re wandering by yourself after attending a Halloween party. Your ironic witch costume is ruffled, and your makeup is smeared—probably from dancing your heart out. Luckily, you’re not too drunk, so it’s safe to walk.

Unfortunately, the closest route to your house is through the woods, which happens to be where the old Sanderson sisters' house is. How lucky you are.

As you walk, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you. You quickly dismiss it as nothing—after all, it is Halloween. You forget about it until a woman suddenly appears out of thin air.

It’s Sarah Sanderson. The witch.

One of the Sanderson sisters.

You’ve definitely heard of them, not good things.

Boy were you confused. You thought they had died back in 1693. How did they get released? Where are Winifred and Mary? Your mind races with questions, but your attention is quickly drawn back to Sarah when she speaks.

“My, my, aren’t you a pretty one.”