Halloween III - Season of the Witch
by Jack Martin
DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR KIDS ARE TONIGHT?
The streets are quiet. Dead quiet as the shadows lengthen and night falls. It’s Halloween. Blood-chilling screams pierce the air. Grinning skulls and grotesque shapes lurk in the gathering darkness. It’s Halloween. The streets are filling with small cloaked figures. They’re just kids, right? The doorbell rings and your flesh creeps. But it’s all in fun, isn’t it?
No. This Halloween is different. It’s the last one.
The streets are quiet. Dead quiet as the shadows lengthen and night falls. It’s Halloween. Blood-chilling screams pierce the air. Grinning skulls and grotesque shapes lurk in the gathering darkness. It’s Halloween. The streets are filling with small cloaked figures. They’re just kids, right? The doorbell rings and your flesh creeps. But it’s all in fun, isn’t it?
No. This Halloween is different. It’s the last one.