There are candles on the porch, and a pumpkin grinning menacingly. An elderly couple hurries past, a grandson skipping along behind. He slows down to take a look at the scary vegetable. A sudden flash of teeth. Silence. The old lady turns around. There's no sign of the boy. Her eyes frantically scan the street. Her husband calls out and starts running back the way they She moves forward a few steps then stops, eyes darting around the darkened neighborhood for some sign she's missed. She's standing with her back to the porch. Behind her, the pumpkin grins.