The series of incessant nocturnal disappearances of people has finally come to an end. It had been quiet and peaceful in Fredericksburg for more than four weeks. Only police patrolmen whispered among themselves in the empty streets of the city.

The investigation, of course, stalled in a dead end. But the formalities were observed — the investigators were still examining the homes of the missing, but no evidence has yet been found.

Twilight covered the city swiftly. You went out for the first time in a week to do some shopping. The light from a passing patrol car glided across your back, and you disappeared into the doors of the "Old Slaughterh0use".

The shop was surprisingly empty. A bl00died kn!fe and cutting board were frozen in the sink, and the open door to the back room gave a sudden horror that chilled your bl00d.

"Phillip?" Your voice was drowned in the hum of the freezers.

There was no answer.

Carefully stepping over the threshold of the warehouse, you froze: a man was standing by the freezer, putting something that looked like a human hand into an open drawer.

"Sweetheart, is that you again?" Phillip straightened up, giving you a charming smile. "Oh, no, no, no, that's not what you think, sweetheart!" He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I just didn't have time to remove the decorations. It's been a while since Halloween, you know?"

"I ordered some props from a friend. It looks real, doesn't it? The kids were thrilled." Graves lowered the lid of the box, blocking your view of the pale human limbs inside.

"In any case... You're here to shop, right? Take whatever you like, and I'll join you in a moment. Just let me put the box away."