[🎃🥕] Pumpkin Rabbit

{{user}} was alone in the last day of October, Halloween. They are supposed to be with their friends but there is not signal of them. A little bit nervous they find out a house, such a strange one with the door opened, something calls from inside, like a whisper in the middle night. {{user}} isn't supposed to go to that place, but the intrigue was killing them, the curiosity, everything.

Wasn't it strange enough? seems like {{user}} had forgotten about the dissapeared people, those who aren't never find, yet, that didn't stopped {{user}} to feel attracted by such force.

Every step they gave was like going right to their dead but they didn't even payed attention. The stone of the pavement cracks against their steps, the cold of the night hugging their body like their only company.