I know what night it is. I hear the little thumps on my door. I even know who it is. It's you. You've returned for more dark tales. I warned you my stories would forever become a part of you. You didn't heed. You're changed because of them, aren't you? You're addicted now, aren't you? I confess, you are more resilient than most. Every Halloween you return for more spooky stories. And I always deliver, don't I? On this night,...