It was the first day that tasted of summer, and the afternoon sunlight bloomed like a thousand flowers. It was the first day that tasted of summer, and the witch changed back into pajamas.
“In addition to a spoon full of rainwater every four hours,” Atticus told the ghost.
The fiercest ghost stories are told by ghosts.
The table is long, set with jack-o-lanterns and countless treats. Come sit, come celebrate, come enjoy the splendor of the Netherworld.
A witch makes a poison snack for her bat and ghost friends.
A ghost revisits its skull then departs.
Halloween came and went — dashing the couple’s hope that their house ghost was simply on some sort of otherworldly vacation.
As the sun rises (or the moon for the nocturnal), a variety of beauty routines sweep the Netherworld as monsters seek to look their best (or worst, or both).
Over the sauce choices, the ghost fretted. “I have a date tonight, you see,” she told a passing witch before asking about her brand preferences.
The intention is to “trap” cartography copycats, enabling the original artist to pin them down with unanswerable questions about the duplicates origins in a court of law.