Every October, my home becomes a living postcard for Halloween — glowing pumpkins lining the walkway, spider webs catching the porch lights, and laughter echoing through the neighborhood. But this year, that magic was ripped away overnight. I woke to find our decorations destroyed — smashed pumpkins, shredded banners, and our kids’ handmade crafts scattered like garbage. The fog machine my husband Jake built was gone. Nothing about it looked random; someone had wanted to hurt us. Then I found the clue — a small silver hair clip shaped like a leaf. Familiar. Too familiar. Hours later, the mystery unraveled...
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