Krista Sims had always loved Halloween. This year, she’d rented Blackwood Manor for a private séance. The locals warned her about the estate's history – tales of tragedy and restless spirits. She dismissed them as folklore. Standing on the balcony, overlooking the mist-covered graveyard, however, a shiver traced its way down her spine. The moon cast an eerie glow on the tombstones, each one seeming to whisper secrets. Was that a figure moving amongst the graves? Or just the wind playing tricks with the fog? She tightened her grip on the railing, a sudden sense of unease settling in – this Halloween might be more than she bargained for.