I am the corpse of the holiday.

A shovel was stolen from Shenellica to dig me from the ground. I was buried for 7 hours and 24 minutes, but Satan sent a non-binary bully to retrieve me from the coffin so that the world would be terrorized a little bit longer. In a shed with many implements of destruction owned by Shenellica, the magical shovel was taken and led me back to life. People drink slowly from their bottles of vodka not knowing of the evil that will soon come to them. It will be a clown shaped shadow in their mirror signifying the end of the world is near.