[Seasonal Event] Table for one, please

When is a door, not a door? When it's a'jar! yuck yuck yuck. Only that isn't the punchline. The punchline is what that naughty door has allowed in. The dogs whine, the luxere scurry. They have come mostly because of Rory, but Amalia and Jigano's influences have helped as well. But Wessex? She offered them hay a time or two, but what else? She did try and shoot at one of them, hitting one of her own instead. But still they know, and as the three gallop off into the night, so too does the herd begin to disband, their light growing faint. Inside, boards which had been coaxed into silence by moss begin to groan, and in the living room, a rocking chair moves back and forth. LONGNIGHT