Read the prelude here.

Begin the story.

A small ghost has shown up at the west entrance.

She's so totally cute that you're sooooo super nervous!
Yes, just take my word for it and don't worry about it too much.
Anyway... will you approach her?

Remember, Five said that asking the right questions could be helpful for your cause.
Or you could just say hi. Your choice, really! Go ahead!

Spookipillar said: "Hello Miss! Can you help us?"

nevermind3476 said: "We'd just like to know what your taste in candy is like."

pikarai said: "No reason... You wouldn't happen to know your friends' tastes as well, would you?"

Witch's Cadence said: "What's your favorite type of bug?"

Ashenchromatic said: "WHY are you so short?"

Wight replied with an offering: "Gun!"

Meanwhile...

An undead winged and some sort of ~~potentially offensive caricature~~ makeshift monster have shown up at the front yard. They seem to be in the middle of conversation

But would you look at that, one of them has already got a bag o' treats ready for the occasion!

Reader said, intentionally trying to start a fight: "Hey, Frankenstein! Whatcha got there in your little baaaaaaaaaag?"

Apparently, your presence served as a suitable distraction for that winged to get up to some shenanigans of her own.

Ashenchromatic said: "Ooooo what kind of candy is that, Mr. Frankenstein's monster guy?"

kainé said: "Mummy winged!!! You like horror movies? Movies in general? I need somethin' to watch, gimme the hits."

"Movies? Oh yes, of course I know those! I've got the best taste in them. In fact, I could give you enough recommendations to last a lifetime! But first..."

You see a basket of weird pink dust, and slowly realize you may be looking at the remains of countless biscuits which were accidentally crushed to dust by a certain someone.

"Get rid of this for me, willya? Then we can talk movies as much as you'd like. Oh, and you can have this one too, as a treat!"

She's offering you, and only you specifically, the last living biscuit. It looks like it's on the verge of crumbling into nothingness. You swear it's almost as if the thing has a living soul, and is just begging you to save it from this beast's grasp.

"Eat it, crush it, trash it, or show it off. I don't care what you do with it, as long as you take good care of everything. You understand what I'm getting at, don't you?"

What will you do?

Meanwhile... Wight replied with another offering: "I have a couple extra pumpkins. Would the two of you like to try your hand at carving jack-o-lanterns?"

"By the way," he says. "I don't think that winged lady's ever going to touch the other pumpkin you brought. You should find a better use for it."

And then...

While traversing the witch's mansion, you notice that a HOT SINGLE SKELETON has been sneaking around the second floor for a while now, somehow going unnoticed by all.

There is now a HOT SINGLE SKELETON in your area.

She's holding a suspicious sign... Oh, wow, is she trying to drive sales for her product even though it's the holidays? What a ruthless businesswoman, not taking a single break from the job! You swear you can almost see dollar signs sparkling in her eyes.

Whatever you choose to do here, you feel that you must protect your wallet at all costs if you're going to be in her presence.

The Doctor's Note.

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Nights

1 year ago

The first night, presented in chronological order.
The events are currently unfolding here!

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Thanks for compiling this!