It was a blustery Halloween night in the small town of Cedar Creek. The Peterson’s, a mild-mannered family, found an old board game in the attic called “Chaotic Night.” Excited to play, they set it on the wooden family table and rolled the bone-made dice.
With each roll, strange things started to happen. The wind whipped harder, picture frames started to shift and suddenly the game transformed into a vortex, sucking in candy corn and the orange-cinnamon scent of Halloween. Panicked, the Peterson’s desperately rolled the dice again.
With the next roll, a ghostly figure materialized, draped in an ethereal white cloak. The Peterson’s recoiled in shock. He pointed a bony finger towards the game board, voice echoing, “Complete the game by midnight to reverse the curse.”
Midnight drew near, only one roll left. Dad took a deep breath, rolled the dice. A wave of immense relief washed over them as the vortex disappeared, the ghostly figure fade back into the game. Just in time for the clock to strike midnight.
However, as daylight streamed in on November 1st, the Peterson’s found themselves not in their quaint family table, but doll sized in a real life version of the board game. The end… or is it?