IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR, Y'ALL. Flist willing, I'd love to do
this again -- what, it's an annual scareathon, okay? Give me your horror stories! Your creepy dolls and flash psych outs! Your ghostly blood-covered figures. I'm giving you total permission to send me sobbing in a corner, clutching the tattered remains of my dignity.
Scare the shit out of me.