A woman discovers that some Halloween costumes are not what they seem.
The Wilson's had settled in to watch a movie, assuming that they'd seen the last of this year's trick-or-treaters, when the door bell rang once again.
Judy jumped up and grabbed the bag of goodies. "Some lucky kids are going to get a boat load of snickers," she shouted to her husband over her shoulder.
Opening the door, she found a lone little boy, head down, squirming in place. He was dressed in an obviously hand-me-down Dracula costume - tattered, patched, and dusty. He was staring at his feet, She instinctively stepped forward to comfort him. A quick glance around left her even more worried.
"Honey, what are you doing out here alone? Where's your mommy?"
"In the grave these 500 years," he said in a husky voice that froze Judy's blood. "And I think ye'll be joinin' her."
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
