"Damn, that's like... 30 fucking years ago." To a child like Mary Grace, that's a long time ago. Nearly twice her lifetime. She swirls the hell-aged whiskey in the bottle thoughtfully, trying to figure out just what the fuck that even means.

"Or we're just in some old ass ghost town?" She shrugs and takes a swig. "Gotta be a million of these things in the hills. Ain't no one wants to live out here." Or spend Halloween night out here.