It was one of those nights — crisp air, rustling leaves, and pumpkins grinning like they knew something I didn’t. The porch light flickered once, twice, then steadied. Billie was watching from her favorite corner, eyes half-open but ears twitching. Oreo sat proudly beside the candy bowl like a security guard with a sweet tooth. Samy, of course, was snoring in rhythm with the wind. I adjusted my fedora and squinted into the yard. Something moved. Slow. Slippery. Sneaky. A shad

The Case of the Creeping Shadow The pumpkins are lit. The shadows are moving. And Frankie Sinatro’s whiskers are tingling. When the porch grows quiet and the wind starts to whisper… you know it’s time for another case. 🎃 👀 Don’t miss midnight spooky mystery on the blog! 🕯️ New episode drops at midnight — only at WhiskerWinksPress.com 🏷️ Hashtags #FrankieSinatroPI #WhiskerWinksPress #HalloweenMystery #TheCaseOfTheCreepingShadow #WhiskerWinksWorld #CatDetective #WhiskerWink