It was Halloween and the wind was swishing on Crescent Street. Lena was carrying a lantern in the shape of a cat, made of orange paper. Next to her walked Maks, holding a handful of candy and a sticky lollipop. One by one, the lanterns went out, as if someone had fiddled with a switch. Only one remained, an old cast-iron one by the cemetery gate. It lit up suddenly with a cold blue light and winked at Lena. Lena whispered, squeezing the lantern's handle: "Did you see it blink?" Maks swallowed his saliva and walked closer to the cast-iron pole. The blue flame fluttered, as if trying to form letters from the light. On the base someone had scratched out the inscription: "Give the name and you will receive the way". "Silly joke," muttered Maks, but he didn't take a step back. Lena got brave and said her name very clearly. A flame sprang up, like a fountain, and leapt into her lantern. The cat's eyes on the paper lit up and looked at the gate. The door in the fence creaked open, though no one touched it. "I think it's an invitation," Lena whispered, hearing her own echo in the darkness. Beyond the gate was a narrow courtyard, silent as a closed book. In the middle stood a bench, on it a row of cut-out pumpkins. Each one had a different face, but they all followed them with a flame. Suddenly the first pumpkin made a sound, like blowing through a bottle. A silver key on an orange ribbon slid out of the pumpkin's mouth. An arrow flicked at the end of the ribbon, indicating a small door in the ground. "This is too much already," Maks hissed, but smiled. Lena lifted the lantern and the key rang like a bicycle bell. A whisper came from downstairs, low and snarling but familiar. He repeated Lena's name and then added something they didn't understand. The door in the ground vibrated and began to rise slowly. A cold light emanated from within and a shadow that knew their footsteps.