Seasonal Spectre

There was a rumour, hidden beneath the echoing whispers in the molding and maggot infested walls of an abandoned house, of a ghost who could grant your darkest desires with but one favor in exchange.

That tale had not been one for ages, and yet the absurdity of the present have caught up to it, forcefully pulling it out the abyss where it was supposed to remain dormant for all eternity.