You fill your car up with the gas from the jug you took from the mansion. It starts with a purr and you continue on to your aunt’s house.
As you pull into her driveway, you look down at your cellphone and question the reason you didn’t just call your family before trying to find gas on an empty road, but you’re quite proud of yourself for getting by like it was 1980.
When you tell your aunt what happened, she laughs sadly. She tells you that the mansion you’re talking about belonged to her sister until it burned down in 1993. She tells you that it is simply a charred husk, and although it’s Halloween, she doesn’t appreciate the joke.
You, having no idea what to say, apologize and excuse yourself.
What happened tonight?