You peek out your window just in time to see Eddie wrestling a fog machine shaped like a coffin. He’s wearing a cape, of course—because why wouldn’t he be? A plastic skeleton tumbles off the porch railing and lands in the bushes. “He’ll walk it off,” Eddie mutters. The ghost sensors go off again, shrieking loud enough to wake the dead—or at least, the entire neighborhood. You close your blinds. October has officially begun.
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