12 HOURS OF HALLOWEEN: A NOVEL: On Halloween 1980, three young friends go out for "one last Halloween" in a suburb that becomes a surreal landscape of terror.
It was the ghost boy. He was clad in his usual attire: army surplus jacket, tee shirt, and jeans. (Was there something wrong with his neck, though?)
The ghost boy was completely unsurprised by our presence there. He might have been waiting for us to show up. In retrospect, he almost certainly was.
“Hey! Why don't you guys come in and join the party?” he beckoned. With a sweep of one arm he made as if to invite us in.
There was indeed a gathering taking place inside the house, as could have been surmised from the noise—even when the door had been closed. The interior of the house was bathed in a dull orange-red light that prevented me from discerning many details about the figures milling around inside....