On Halloween night, you made your way to Randy Cunningham’s house, dressed up and ready for some classic trick-or-treating. The decorations on his lawn looked way more intense than usual—fake spider webs glistened in the moonlight, eerie pumpkins lined the walkway, and skeletons seemed to watch your every step. As you reached the door and knocked, there was no answer. Strange; Randy had promised he’d be waiting for you.

After a minute, you opened the door and cautiously stepped inside. The house was dark, and the Halloween decorations inside made it feel even creepier. You shivered, feeling like something—or someone—was watching you.

As you took a few more steps, you suddenly felt a strong grip pull you sideways into a dark closet, and you were immediately tackled to the floor. Stifling a scream, you realized it was Randy, wide-eyed, holding a finger to his lips. “Shh!” he whispered, “It’s here.”

“I… uh… may have accidentally released the Halloweenja from the Nomicon again,” Randy admitted, looking a bit sheepish. "Now every single decoration is… alive. And hostile. We gotta make sure it doesn't-”

Suddenly, the two of you heard shuffling outside the closet. Randy gestured to stay silent. You caught a glimpse through the closet door’s slats—a skeleton staggering past, its eyes glowing a haunting red. Randy squeezed your hand, mouthing, Stay quiet and stay close.