Two skeletons were out for a drive in an old pickup truck that afternoon. Both were dressed formally in top hats and heavy overcoats.

The morning after Halloween, groups of pumpkins gathered to pay homage to their brethren taken the week before and carved into Jack-o-lanterns.

An old wooden heart, the sixth in a series of failed attempts, lay abandoned on a workbench. The key used to wind it up had never been used.

An eye on a stick was for sale in an old shop on Upper Grant Street. The dice had rolled a nine, but the side facing the window showed eleven. What could it mean?