It’s 3 O’Clock on Halloween. We have pumpkins. We have fake blood. We have sweets and chocolate. And we have to go trick-or-treating. So we have to get busy. First off we need a Jack-o’-lantern (that word is not easy to type BTW).
So busy we got. Preparation is the key. Scaring children is the objective! So to get to this:
Surrey – nice, pleasant; Home County. Ten or so miles from Central London. Nothing nasty in Surrey. Except tonight. Tonight the dead rise, the dervishes scream and the stench of death hangs heavy in the air. Also a rather unpleasant spider appeared on our quaintly dilapidated doorstep:
The hairy arachnid had a taste for russet brown paint
Happiness Stan Lives Here 