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—”...

The old werewolf embraced the young one. “Let me guide you back to a familiar skin.”...

She beckoned him out of the woods with clawed fingers...

Fur bristled on Noah’s back as he watched Meri’s calm transformation...

Meri crossed arms in October chill. “I’m right where I need to be.”...

Meri’s slippers stopped on dewy grass. The old woman with long white hair listened at her backyard edge of the woods...

Her hand shook accepting a cup of tea. “Your werewolf stories, are a comfort to me.” ...

On a long October night, I found a wolf in a trap...