It was a dark and stormy night, the perfect night for trick-or-treating. The neighbourhood was alive with the sound of laughter and the occasional scream. But one house was different. A monolith stood in the garden of this house. It was a dark and foreboding presence that seemed to sap the night's joy. Those who dared to approach it were met with deafening silence. It was as if the monolith was daring them to approach it, to see what would happen if they touched it. However, no one did. They knew that whatever was inside that house, was not something they wanted to meet.