“As the years melted, one into the next, the legend grew horns and fangs and tended to surface in sleeping dreams and waking nightmares.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“He wondered if sanity had completely forsaken him in a land where nightmares and reality existed side-by-side.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“He hated autumn, he hated Halloween and he despised uncooperative household fixtures.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“Each year the legend grew darker, and children spoke in hushed tones of how unimaginably horrid and rotten was Decimus Croome.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“He was always mindful of keeping his spirits in check lest they soar unreasonably high.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“The murmurings and mutterings grew even more freakish and grotesque as Halloween slithered ever closer.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“The legend of Decimus Croome seemed to expand like a parasitic beast feeding off the lifeblood of the town’s children.” — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
“A grimy ghost hovered above a smiling scarecrow that looked puny next to an oversized bat being watched by a wicked witch who was… — Kevin Purdy Copy Share Image
