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...