Griswell put his hand on Wells' shoulder as they stopped for a red light in the seedier part of town.
"Look at that row of old houses. They're all boarded up and empty."
"Yeah," said Wells. "Those are some of my properties. Can't keep 'em rented, so I'm losing money hand over fist."
"Why don't you fix 'em up a bit, decorate 'em, then advertise this place as Wells' Happy Halloween Playland. I bet you'd make a fortune."
"You're probably right! And I wouldn't have to do much decorating--they already look like haunted houses!"
II: The Returning
There was a clunky knock on the front door.
"He's finally come back," grandma said. "I'll let him in."
The door swung open and the light from the oil lamp fell upon the creature crouching in the opening.
"It's your pa," grandpa said, from the shadows. "You look just like him, boy.
And suddenly I knew why there were no mirrors in the house, and why they kept all the rooms in near-darkness, and why I had never been allowed to go outdoors.
III: Beware The Trick Or Treaters
Dusk is fallin'; it's twilight on Halloween. Night's comin'--and here THEY come--again.
The Children of the Night, The Kids from Hell. You guessed it--the Trick or Treaters, howling and scampering like a pack of wild dogs across the lawns.
I wouldn't give 'em any candy, and they're really upset.
What's that rumblin' sound?! My God!--they've undermined my front yard. It's a gigantic sinkhole--and the front of the house is slidin' down into it.
Help! I'm bein' buried alive . . . !!!
"Hey Mom, it's Halloween and we're missing a cool decoration."
"Like what, Tim? We've got a scarecrow, a witch, a wolfman and all that fake spider web strung about."
"Yeah, but we need bats. We gotta have bats for Halloween! Let's get some of the ones hanging in the garage, put 'em in a cage, and display 'em in the window."
"I don't know, Tim. The sun is almost set. Your unDeadDad will be up soon--and you know how touchy he is about his bats!"
V: Bad Luck
Gerald put his arm around Alice's shoulders as they left the theater after watching a horror movie. They strolled through the Halloween night as Trick-or-Treaters scampered about in their costumes.
Suddenly a black cat dashed across their path.
"Oh, Gerald," said Alice. "That's bad luck for us!"
"Nonsense, dear. That's pure superstition." He stopped and scraped his foot on the sidewalk as though to wipe away the cat's passing.
Immediately there came a thunderous growl as the black cat returned--having grown ten times its former size with fangs to match--to claim the two lovers for a Halloween snack.