Esther's Estate:
Pomegranate ★ Faded Velvet ★ Groaning Floors
Spirit:
Lily of the Valley ★ Gun Powder ★ Unrest
Pumpkin Patch:
Nutmeg ★ Pumpkin ★ Buried Secrets
Witch's Cottage:
Sage ★ Smoky Cauldron ★ Rituals
Esther's Estate:
Creeeeek. You step inside the abandoned mansion. From the front door’s rusted hinges, you guess it’s been decades, longer, since anyone has stepped foot inside of the Carter Estate. Floors groan as you venture deeper into the home. Your hand grazes a hole filled, faded velvet sofa. Moths have eaten the once elaborate decorated space. A whisper of pomegranate passes by; a lingering perfume from forgotten days or perhaps from a lingering spirit. You shiver. No time for chills, you must find what you are looking for.
Spirit:
Moonbeams shine down as you’re kneeling by her grave. Ester Carter. The graveyard is calm, leaves shaking in the Autumn breeze. You call upon her spirit: are you here Ester? Wind picks up blowing leaves over her tomb. The wind no longer smells of crisp air, but poisonous flowers. Sweet florals are beguiling, but are overpowered with the scent of smoky death. An overwhelming feeling of unrest enters your soul. She is here.
Pumpkin Patch:
Visiting the Boot Hill pumpkin patch is your favorite tradition of the season. It’s not Halloween without the perfect jack-o-lantern, however tonight you’re looking for something slightly more sinister. This old pumpkin patch is famous for its sweet treats; spiced pumpkin cider or spiced pumpkin cookies. Warm spices surround you: nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon, allspice. Beneath the grounds of this comforting pumpkin patch, however, lies a secret. You begin to dig.
Witches Cottage:
Through the deepest part of the woods is a cottage. Local gossip says a witch lives here. A large billowing cauldron is smoking over a roaring fire. The ‘witch’ steps out of her cottage with a bundle of dried herbs. She wears no pointed hat, or warts on her nose, but she dances around her cauldron with her burning bundle. Sage smoke travels through the air, entrancing your senses. CRACK. A branch under your foot gives away your position. She whirls around spotting you. With a thin finger she beckons you over. You take a brave breath and step to the witches cottage.