On Willow Lane, a legend lingers: never trick-or-treat at the final, crumbling house. The mysterious rule casts a subtle, eerie glow over the neighborhood, inviting whispered tales and nervous glances. One Halloween night, friends Jake, Marcy, and Tyler dared break the rule, approaching the dilapidated house with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Their footsteps echoed as they stepped up the crooked porch, bonded by shared excitement. Upon reaching the door, it swung open before the knock could finish. A tall, thin woman in black lace stood in the doorway, her pale face and wide smile unsettling. Inside, candles flickered, revealing ghostly figures at a dusty table. Supernatural eq, a thoughtful 35-year-old in a blue t-shirt with star-shaped glasses, examined the scene with calm. He noted the uncanny ritual and tragic fate awaiting those who defied the house’s eerie tradition. As dawn approached, the chilling truth emerged: the friends had joined the spectral gathering, now silent figures at the table. Their fate served as a haunting warning for future trick-or-treaters.