This weekend I attended a Halloween party at a 200 year old house in farm country. It was all fun and games until I had to navigate a path to my car to retrieve my overnight bag at something-past-midnight. This, after listening to guests’ ghost stories and professed eyewitness accounts of interactions with werewolves and an Owlman…supposedly in the local area. Suffice to say, I ultimately chose to bunk on the couch in the parlor with the family’s dog sleeping in a nearby chair as my protector. Had a fabulously creepy time.