It was Halloween night and soon the death would start again. “There’s a ghost in my window.” Luke’s sister came into the living room while his father was pulling out the plastic skeletons. “I think he’s angry that we killed him.”

His father looked up with a look of annoyance and sighed. “It’s fine. You’ve just been watching too many Halloween movies.” But even Luke knew she was too young to watch those.

“She does this every year. She’s just nervous again, about the accidents.” said his mother, who was untangling the purple and orange lights Read More