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Young moms and dads film iPhone videos of their toddlers dressed up like Bluey and Bingo, Spin and Ghost Spider, Elsa and Anna.
Yes, it’s safe to say that up until 7:31 P.M., Maple Creek is still a neighborhood that knows the happiness of Halloween.
Can anything jerk you from calm to panic like suddenly not knowing where your child is?
Only one pair of eyes spot him: An eight-year-old boy named Sam, who doesn’t understand how his sister Mary could have vanished so quickly and completely. But the skinny man in the hoodie doesn’t know he’s been spotted, and so he keeps on with his evening, reveling in the first steps of justice being done against the people of Maple Creek.
Three children, Bob reminds himself. He hasn’t given up on Mary. He tries not to resent that his wife did long ago.
Bob knows their marriage is hanging on by a thread, but what is he supposed to do? Stop looking for their daughter? Fuck. That.
It’s not like Maple Creek is a dangerous neighborhood, if you ignore the thirty disappearances last year.
No one spotted anyone who didn’t belong, unless you counted the guy with the jack-o-lantern who only Sam had seen, and Bob had chased that lead as far as it went, which was nowhere. No one else remembered seeing someone with a jack-o-lantern with pink light.
Michelle calls the police as she runs across the street to help this missing little girl.
Inside the old school, yanking on the locked door, is a little boy in a green, onesie dinosaur costume. He’s lost his mask, which allows PJ to see the fear and desperation on the little boy’s face. PJ runs to help the missing trick-or-treater.
