Despite My Ghoulish Reputation, I Really Have

Horror Is The Removal Of Masks.

I Have The Heart Of A Child. I Keep It In A Jar On My Shelf.

Henderson Sighed. There Was A Time, He Reflected, When The Coming Of This Night Meant Something. A Dark Europe, Groaning In Superstitious Fear, Dedicated This Eve To The Grinning Unknown. A Million Doors Had Once Been Barred Against The Evil Visitants, A Million Prayers Mumbled, A Million Candles Lit. There Was Something Majestic About The Idea, Henderson Reflected.

That's The Way Girls Were--they Always Laughed. Because They Were Bitches.

I Haven't Had This Much Fun Since The Rats Ate My Baby Sister