After getting home, dividing the treasure (and some of the candy), and introducing your new friend to your family, you collapse into bed, tired, completely exhausted in fact, and ready for a well-deserved sleep.
But before you drift off into a blissful existence full of comfort and security, you reflect on the day.
A dark shudder races through you, remembering how the roamer died. There was something almost human about it. You know you won't be able to shake your guilt about the whole thing for a while, even though you didn't really have a choice. You couldn't have outrun it. Him. It was definitely a him. It looked like a very haggard, tortured, terrified man. You know the memory of his eyes will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Yes, you escaped from that old house. Yes, you got your candy bag back. Yes, you got treasure! And yes, you rescued someone, and were rescued yourself. But you know the scars of your experience there will be with you for a while.
At least you'll have some money to pay for the therapy you'll definitely need after all this. At least by existing, Hazel can prove you weren't making it up. At least you both got out alive. And that's the real treasure.
You settle in your sheets, and soon manage to fall into an uneasy sleep, as the full moon disappears behind clouds, and the dark October night drifts into a calm November breeze.