“I don’t think anyone’s home… plus it looks creepy here.” “Thought you loved creepy?” Ames asked, his skull paint still neon under the moonlight. “Obviously,” I replied, wrapping my arms around Wolfgang, who eagerly took in the affection and nuzzled into the top of my head. “But they don’t look like they have candy for trick-or-treaters.” Onyx opened the squeaking sharp-pronged iron gate and grinned. “Really? I think they look like the sort of house to hand out full-size candy bars.” “And fill the entire yard with pumpkins,” Ames added, following after him. Wolfgang led me down the path and up
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