Every year, the veil weakens for just one hour. As soon as it click midnight... It won't be one AM for another two hours...
The veil weakens and we think we can hear that which normally we cannot. We think we see ghosts, spirits, goblins, and tricksters abound...
Every year, the ribbon that binds all together splits... And we start to understand that which shouldn't be understood...
Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding...
Who will return when the veil weakens? And who will go missing..?


... I hope everyone has a lovely hallowed evening... Come back safely.