Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves.

He hated autumn, he hated Halloween and he despised uncooperative household fixtures.

There is only one autumn in a year, but in people’s life, there are many autumns in one year!

October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.

The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.

Nobody moved.

Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside, banging the house, the smell of pumpkins and apples filled the room with smell of the objects in their fingers while one boy cried, “I'll go upstairs and look!” and he ran upstairs hopefully and out around the house, four times around the house, calling, “Marion, Marion, Marion!” over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, “I can't find her.”

Then... some idiot turned on the lights.
("The October Game")