Jackson stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked down Main Street, avoiding the gazes of those around him. Halloween decorations hung from every lamp post along every street, and the town center was smothered in hay bales, scarecrows, and even jack-o'-lanterns scattered around the gazebo and benches. These people loved Halloween, and any visitor who somehow managed to get sucked into town believed the residents of Black Hollow lived for Halloween year round. In a way, they would be right, thanks to all the paranormal beings who lived there, none of them caring about being in their true forms. A yeti ran the ice cream shop, leprechauns managed the bank, and a witch made the town's candy. Even the town inn was run by the Sandman, the actual Sandman. This was the best place for Jackson t
