"Maybe not, given the circumstances, but I can't help but wonder how many more Halloweens are going to happen - and not just once a year, but whenever this place feels like screwing with us. Listen to me. I'm talking about it as though it's some kind of sentient being." He chuckles, an empty sound.

"What I have - it's not magic. It's not a superpower. It's a curse, a freak accident of nature and genetics and my father's self-experiments, and it's temperamental at best. You don't know what it would do to me if I'd seriously hurt you that night."