Pumpkins and other harvest vegetables (Indian corn, squash, etc) are all on the hallway tables once again decorated by the mysterious benefactor. Unlit candles in circles of fall colored leaves in sconces on either side of every door. Wherever you go you can't seem to escape the smell of delicious foods baking, one day it's apple pie, the next the turkey, always seeming to be around the corner. But it won't be there.

Not until the day of the festivities when all halls lead to the (rare) dining room with a bountiful meal laden on top of it. Enjoy the meal, but chew thoroughly, choking would disrupt the holiday festivities.

Was that a growl you just heard? It startled you out of a sound sleep, didn't it? Don't look now, there's something rolling under the carpet or rug in your room, coming closer to you.

Now it's in your bed, slowly rolling up between your legs. Do you toss the covers aside or do you let yourself get eaten by what you're too frightened to face?

If you survive your interlude with the hidden monster you'll begin to hear what sounds like a party being thrown into the wee hours of the morning in what you know is an empty unit. But there are shadows moving under the door. Peering in through the peephole won't do you much good, no one is there and the lights are off. Yet you still hear the sounds.

...Was that room even there before?