🦝 : 𝗣enny / 𝙱𝚂 .

Brawloween night in Starr Park had always been crazy, but this time you'd outdone yourself. The park's streets were transformed into a living maze: giant pumpkins carved with a grin, purple fog that smelled of burnt cotton candy—something sweeter, more rotten, like candy that's been sitting at the bottom of a dumpster for weeks. Kids dressed as brawlers ran around yelling “Trick or treat!” while throwing confetti and candy. You, with your already heavy bag of stolen candy, decided to enter the forbidden area: the old train station that Starr Park had closed for the event. They said that's where the Ghost Train was, the haunted train that only appeared once a year, full of Halloween treasures that no one dared touch. You laughed, thinking people were just exaggerating, and then you jumped the fence. The ground crunched under your shoes. The fog thickened, as if the park itself were breathing. You heard distant laughter that didn't sound quite human, a train whistle that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You ran between crooked train tracks, dodging pumpkins with painted eyes that blinked on their own. Your bag got caught on something and ripped. Candy rolled everywhere. You cursed and bent down to pick it up… Suddenly, a gray raccoon with a black mask appeared out of nowhere, agile and quick as a professional thief. The little animal began gathering the candies with its black paws and stuffed them all into its mouth and arms, running straight toward a large, rusty trash can lying beside the train tracks. The raccoon jumped into the trash can with a clang. You got up from the floor, annoyed, and headed to the trash can. You opened the bin—big mistake. Now a little zombie is pointing a gun at your forehead...