3 AM

After the love of my life was murdered, I moved to a new town with the hope that I could start over. Everything seemed to go well, and I prepared to settle in for some much-needed peace while I grieved. Ingaret, however, was not like the others. She invited me to dinner as the neighborly thing to do. It was to be a grand affair with the most interesting people around, and it would last into the witching hour while we played a morbid game...

*This is a short gothic horror story*

Content warnings; homophobia, wiccaphobia (fear of witchcraft), and mild suggestive content.