All Hallows

by Christopher Golden

If the cheese and the disgusting animal parts inside the hot dog didn’t kill him, the farts the chili gave him later might make his wife stab him in the throat.

she had this one night a year to pretend the world understood her. For now, that would have to do.

Nothing in these woods could be more dreadful, more terrifying, than the selfish cruelty of ordinary people.