I think we're already living in a haunted house, so there's no need to pay money to have someone else frighten us. You see, our ghosts leave fecal deposits scattered throughout our home when we're not looking. Wicket and Pixie swear they don't know what's going on, either. This isn't a trick or a treat, to tell you the truth – and we're probably going to have to call in a priest before all is said and done. These demons won't leave us alone! I'm thinking of swinging by the costume shop and picking up a mask or two. Are specters scared of rubber? Oh, the joys of Halloween!