It was a cold and dark night on Creighton Avenue. It was Halloween night in fact, the worst night of them all. Mike was minding his own business, decorating the outside of his house like he does every year in the unofficial light competition that happens with the neighbors. All was normal up until the fog rolled in. It wasn’t the average fog you see early morning when it was humid after a cold night, but the kind of fog that seemed…eerie. He thought nothing of it since his neighbor Butch typically used a fog machine, so he thought it was a malfunction or just Butch showing off. Later in the night there were ominous groans and growls coming from the field outside of Mike’s house. He had assumed it was just Jeff’s howler machine. 10 p.m. Sound curfew. Everything is supposed to be silent by this time of night. The howling was becoming more frequent and sounded more like screams. Mike gave Jeff a call. “Yo Jeff, is your howler still runnin’? I’m hearing something like it and just thought you forgot to turn it off, just a warning so neighborhood police don’t freak out about the sound past curfew.” “My howler hasn’t been hooked up yet this year” responded Jeff “I can hear it too but I thought it was Butch.” Mike gave Butch a call, his wife answered. Turns out they weren’t participating this year in the “contest”. A sudden change of events, a crash in the field leading to some nasty sounding howls. A strange creature appeared out of the woods and stared at Mike’s corner house with unruly intents. Mike quickly locked all of his doors and windows, grabbing his father’s antique shotgun from the locked cabinet. Loaded the shotgun as fast as he could with steady hands and just as the creature was about to break into the house….he woke up. It was all a dream, extremely vivid dream, but just a dream nonetheless. He got out of bed, stretched, got dressed and walked outside to check on the competition for the year and an eerie fog rolled up…