They say the graveyard’s blue lanterns only light themselves on Halloween. I followed their glow beneath the twisted branches of an old, dead tree, where a Spiritomb drifted between the headstones, whispering names. I thought it was calling to those buried there. Then I heard my own. At the end of the path stood a headstone untouched by moss, with freshly disturbed earth beneath it. My name was carved into the stone. Before I could read the date, I heard the iron gate close behind me.

— CobblemonThey say the graveyard’s blue lanterns only light themselves on Halloween. I followed their glow beneath the twisted branches of an old, dead tree, where a Spiritomb drifted between the headstones, whispering names. I thought it was calling to those buried there. Then I heard my own. At the end of the path stood a headstone untouched by moss, with freshly disturbed earth beneath it. My name was carved into the stone. Before I could read the date, I heard the iron gate close behind me.

— Cobblemon