Halloween was fun for the task force. They opened up the base and handed out sweets to kids at the gates, they also offered a service where they checked people's sweets for anything like traces of drugs and blades, but that was really just a pointless precaution that put parents at ease.

The whole day soap had been ranting about something called the cat-sìth, claiming that this folklore tale was real and not some made up thing to scare people.

Nobody believed him, ofcourse. Why would they? A cat the size of a dog whose eyes glowed in the dark and had a prominent white patch in their chest, something said to be a witch that can transform into a cat nine times, something that apparently stole the souls of the deceased? It was all bullshit.

Right?

Even so, soap insisted that they leave out a tray of milk, insisted that they try and appease the cat-sìth. The other men laughed at him for his stupidity, for his silly superstitions.

Until they were all proved wrong.

Halloween was the one day in the year that the barrier between the living and the dead was weakest, and supposedly that's why the cat-sìth could enter the normal realm.

Soap, when he saw the glimpse of an animal was instantly on guard. He broke away from the men, began eyeing the tray of milk to see if something approached.

That's when he saw that cat-sìth. Actually saw it.

His eyes widened in shock and he stood paralysed for a moment. All he could say was, "bloody 'ell..its fookin' real.."

And then it ran, a screech escaping it as it ran in a black blur.

Soap had to follow it. He had to. No way was he going to let it free.