Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- About the Author
- HALLOWEEN
- Seven Weeks Before Halloween
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- HALLOWEEN
- Six Weeks Before Halloween
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- HALLOWEEN
- Five Weeks Before Halloween
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- NINE
- TEN
- HALLOWEEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- Twenty-Five Days Until Halloween
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- HALLOWEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- HALLOWEEN
- Eighteen Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- HALLOWEEN
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Eleven Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- Eight Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY
- Four Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-ONE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-TWO
- Two Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-THREE
- The Night Before Halloween
- THIRTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Halloween, Present Day
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN... NOW
- FORTY-FIVE
- Seven Months Later
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ALICE SWANSON’S
- Reader's Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- Booklist
It’s so dark on the path. And here she comes, Daphne, our single mother, so young, so full of hope, holding Nora’s hand by the lake. Nora is scared. She doesn’t like being out this late, not now, not on Halloween night when all the images of spiders and bats and monsters swirl up inside her head and threaten to overwhelm her. She squeezes Daphne’s hand oh so tight. She doesn’t want to lose her.
The witches materialize. They come out of the woods, black cloaks blending into the shadows, and Daphne screams. Nora buries her head in the folds of Daphne’s skirt. She imagines the witches taking her away into the shadows, baking her into a pastry. Eating her.
Or worse, making her one of them.
But the witches aren’t interested in the little girl. They want her to go home. They have other business to attend to.
Nora’s mother takes her, tugs her away from Daphne. She murmurs and mimics the things mothers say—“Time for bed, it’s late, too much sugar”—but it’s clear, dear reader, that she is distracted.
Jacqueline’s hand is cold as she leads Nora away. “Hurry, hurry,” she says now, rushing her along the path to their house. Inside, Nora expects her mother to bring her upstairs, help her to bed, but instead she is brought into the living room, where her father has changed out of his costume and is reading a book.
“I’m going back out,” Nora’s mom says. She is angry, but her voice breaks as she tries not to cry. This makes her angrier. “Take care of our daughter for once.”
Jacqueline whirls before her husband can answer. She adjusts her cape. Secures her pointy hat. She does not look back, does not say goodbye. Then the mother, the witch, is gone. Just like that.
Poof.
A magic trick.
THIRTY-NINE
Kendra
It was definitely a party everyone would remember.
The decorations were spectacular. Parents were tipsy. Kids ran around wide-eyed. An abundance of food and drinks. Even Mrs. Tressle was out and about, chatting and looking less like she’d just sat on a tack.
And the band—Oh the band! How had I never thought to hire a band before now? They weren’t great—just some kids who played decent enough ’80s rock covers—but the live music added so much to the atmosphere. What other neighborhood around here had a Halloween party with live music?
None of them, I tell you. None of them.