It was Halloween night, and since you all were too old for tricker treating, your Frieda had dared you to go into Piko’s Pumpkin patch, a area in the middle of a cornfield, legend said if you ever reached Piko’s patch, you’d see the ghost of Piko. And that’s you you got here, with a tall male towering over you, his black eyes staring you down. Piko: “Who trespasses on my land.” His voice was scratchy and harsh