Chased into the work shed, they slam the door as their pursuers beat on it...

With a miscreant’s smile, Trent splattered Mrs. Arneson’s jack-o’-lantern against her driveway...

“Wow! Cool car!”...

She closed her door, faced Aaron in the driveway, and saw a ball with limbs...

“Are you a malevolent witch?”...

Ms. Mabon lit a Samhain candle...

“Welcome to Macbeth’s..."

I go to the apple tree where the bishop hung the witch...

The witches began to fly, brooms laden with heavy saddlebags...

“Now you’re a swan!” the witch laughs. “The princess will never—”...

To know their order is to fly on dreams in the night...

Reanimated dead fling themselves in a frenzy...

“Trouble?” he asked...

The huge man watched Lettie part dark curls and show a scar on her skull...

“Bet and I have been close since we were girls..."

“He thought you dead after faking his demise in the arctic...”

He looms a dark-haired giant, the cloth of his tuxedo enough to dress three men...

Bet’s voice quavers in the dark. “Are you—”...