“Is it true then?” I asked. “Is that what the Wild Hunt on Halloween is for?” Mrs. Wiley shrugged. “We’re only human, and who knows the actual truth of it? Every year, they go riding, and every year, they give over one girl or boy to what’s waiting in the dark. No one sees that girl or that boy ever again, and then there’s a party that’s never loud enough or wild enough to cover the fact that there’s something that can take even from the likes of Oberlin Wolfe, John Everest, and Elgin Aegis.”
