The Invitation

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The invitation arrived on black paper with silver lettering, an elegant script that made Alison's pulse quicken with anticipation. *Halloween at Button House - Come as Your Darkest Self.* She'd been planning this party for months, but something about seeing it in writing made it feel ominous rather than exciting.

Her friends began arriving as the October sun bled orange across the sky. Julian was first, as always, clutching a bottle of wine and wearing his familiar sardonic smile. Thomas followed with his usual theatrical flair, sweeping in with an armload of decorations and dramatic pronouncements about "transforming this noble estate into a cathedral of fear."

But it was the Captain's arrival that made Alison pause. He stood in her doorway like a shadow given form, his military bearing more pronounced than usual, eyes scanning the interior of Button House with an intensity that seemed almost... professional.

"Thank you for including me," he said, his voice carrying an odd formality. "I've been looking forward to this evening for quite some time."

Something in his tone made Alison's skin prickle, but she pushed the feeling aside. "Of course! The more the merrier."

As her friends scattered throughout the house to begin decorating, Alison couldn't shake the feeling that the Captain's presence had shifted the very atmosphere of Button House. The shadows seemed deeper, the creaking floorboards more ominous, as if the house itself was holding its breath.

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