He had to admit, he had not anticipated the bucket being used against him – good improvisation on that Golden Eye filly’s part. But really, all that effort only to soak your victim in pumpkin juice? That was weak. Just as well that Handy had decided to show the local kids some proper fucking Halloween mummery. He was particularly proud of it. The room above the ground floor front room with the rocking chair had been a bathroom of some description, hence the holes in the floor and the rusted pipes he had used to alter his voice and let it travel down into the room below. The words were from a horror story a friend had regaled him with one Halloween involving a tapdancing child with a false leg and her greedy mother. It was a long story but had the desired effect.