In the busy suburban area of New York City, stood a dilapidated building. The building was a dingy eggshell white that was formerly owned by an old pastry chef in the 1980s. Additionally, this building lacked proper maintenance. The current resident was an elderly widower, Mrs. Elizabeth Peregrine. Other residents described her as a melancholy, depressed, miserable, and frightening individual. She had a limp, sickening body frame. Mrs. Peregrine seldom took off her worn out flannel beige dress. She was mentally and physically ill. When her husband passed away, she was forced into severe poverty. It was believed that her husband’s death was the cause of her constant depression and misery.
On a fateful Halloween night, a group of four adventurous