GUEST BOOK REVIEW by William Meikle: 31 Days of A Night in the Lonesome October: Day 10

A Night in the Lonesome October
All is not what it seemsโ€ฆ

In the murky London gloom, a knife-wielding gentleman named Jack prowls the midnight streets with his faithful watchdog Snuff โ€“ gathering together the grisly ingredients they will need for an upcoming ancient and unearthly rite. For soon after the death of the moon, black magic will summon the Elder Gods back into the world. And all manner of Players, both human and undead, are preparing to participate.

Some have come to open the gates. Some have come to slam them shut.

And now the dread night approaches โ€“ so let the Game begin.

Author: Roger Zelazny
Illustrator: Gahan Wilson
Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Gaslamp
Publisher: Avon Books
Publication Date: September 1, 1994
Pages: 280


October 10th

A rainy day means that Snuff’s exterior rounds are delayed, but that proves to be a blessing in disguise as a leak threatens to break the seals that hold the ‘thing’ in the basement. Snuff saves the day by the simple expedient of rolling in the leaking water to soak it up, much to the disgust of the ‘thing’.

It is night before the rain stops and Snuff is able to be about his rounds. He visits Owen, the druid, who has been busy making many wicker baskets, and the Good Doctor who is busy creating lightning in a laboratory where something big twitches under a sheet. Larry Talbot is tending, most intently, to strange plants in a hothouse and at the same place Snuff finds another strange paw print. The last visit of the night is to check on the Count, where Snuff is discovered as a great bat returns from its own nightly forays…and turns into a caped, aristocratic, man with a heavy foreign accent. Snuff gives him his best lost puppy act then flees, disconcerted by the Count’s shapeshifting abilities.

So the players all seem to be busy in one way or another, busy preparing in their own ways. There’s a pattern, of sorts, here. We’re just not seeing the whole picture yet as Zelazny skillfully moves the pieces around and around a slowly forming center.


Boo-graphy:
William Meikle is a Scottish writer, now living in Canada, with more than thirty novels published in the genre press and over 300 short story credits in thirteen countries.

He has books available from a variety of publishers including Dark Regions Press, Crossroad Press and Severed Press, and his work has appeared in a number of professional anthologies and magazines.

He lives in Newfoundland with whales, bald eagles and icebergs for company.

When heโ€™s not writing he drinks beer, plays guitar, and dreams of fortune and glory.

Website

The Green & the Black
A small group of industrial archaeologists head into the center of Newfoundland, investigating a rumor of a lost prospecting team of Irish miners in the late Nineteenth century.

They find the remains of a mining operation, and a journal and papers detailing the extent of the miners’ activities. But there is something else on the site, something older than the miners, as old as the rock itself.

Soon the archaeologists are coming under assault, from a strange infection that spreads like wildfire through mind and body, one that doctors seem powerless to define let alone control.

The survivors only have one option. They must return to the mine, and face what waits for them, down in the deep dark places, where the green meets the black.

William’s Halloween Giveaway

AUTHOR INTERVIEW: Jack Rollins

Meghan: Hey, Jack! Welcome back to our annual Halloween Extravaganza. What is your favorite part of Halloween?

Jack: Although I enjoy opportunities to get into a costume, as a dad, itโ€™s all about my sons at the minute. I can never remember the UK being as into Halloween as it is now. These days thereโ€™s more of a build-up, and the kids get excited for days in advance. Decorations go up earlier and earlier each year. Itโ€™s becoming a mini-Christmas, really. My boys get excited about Halloween, and I get to go along for the ride.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween tradition?

Jack: Last year I started something that I hope will become a tradition. My boys and I played some board games together, all around the Halloween theme. We played Cluedo (I think you call it Clue in the States), so we solved a murder, we played King of Tokyo, so we had Kaiju battling over a city, then we played the fantastic Horrified, which has become a firm favourite in our house, all year round. I set it up so the boys won sweets and treats throughout the games, and we all had a blast.

Meghan: If Halloween is your favorite holiday (or even second favorite holiday), why?

Jack: I grew up in the 80s, so Christmas was always great. So many great toys back then – especially anything related to Ghostbusters. So Christmas was very much my favorite holiday.

Halloween is a close second, and itโ€™s becoming a closer race each year now. Like I say, we Brits are getting more into Halloween these days. We seem to be shifting closer to what I always liked to see in TV shows and movies from the States.

I live in the North-East of England, so when we hit Autumn, the days get really short. I used to feel quite depressed about that, but Iโ€™ve grown to enjoy the change, and try to slow down and bit and appreciate it more.

Thereโ€™s something about the time of year, that autumnal shift: youโ€™re well past summer, but itโ€™s not uncomfortably cold like the depth of winter. By day youโ€™ve got all the lovely colours of autumn around you, and the smells – unlike winter, when itโ€™s so cold that nothing smells of anything. You get wrapped up in an extra layer or two, and have this night where kids are encouraged to go out into the darkness, at a time where theyโ€™d usually be winding down towards bedtime. Theyโ€™re excited about that, and even though the theme is ghosts and monsters, they arenโ€™t afraid. Itโ€™s one night when kids arenโ€™t afraid of all the things that usually scare them.

Meghan: What are you superstitious about?

Jack: I donโ€™t have any really traditional superstitions. I have a couple of family members who are very superstitious, though. For instance, if one of my aunties turns up or gets in touch randomly one morning, you know sheโ€™s had a dream that you died. The only way she thinks she can stop it happening, is if she speaks to you before noon. Unless she dislikes you, I suppose, in which case sheโ€™d probably hide all morning and wait to see if you got hit by a bus or something.

Meghan: What/who is your favorite horror monster or villain?

Jack: Iโ€™m watching a French series on Netflix at the moment, called Marianne. Itโ€™s very cool, really tense, but thereโ€™s a level of humour to it, too. The evil entity in that show is my current favourite. She strikes the sort of notes I aim for in my writing.

Meghan: Which unsolved murder fascinates you the most?

Jack: Different cases interest me more at different times. It might be a TV show like Making of a Murderer, that makes me wonder what really happened. Tiger King doesnโ€™t countโ€ฆ I think we all know what happened there!

On a very local level, there was a murder in the 1990s, in the town where I live. A local organised crime figure was shot dead outside a bar. He was well-known as a wild man, really brutal. Shootings are most uncommon in the UK, and it was a bit easier to get a gun back then than it is now, but still, gun crime wasnโ€™t common. Iโ€™d love to know if it was one of his enemies, or did someone on his own side maybe decide it was time for him to go? Maybe his reputation was attracting too much attention and they couldnโ€™t get on with business. I guess weโ€™ll never know.

Meghan: Which urban legend scares you the most?

Jack: Thereโ€™s one that makes me feel sick when I think about it. All I have to say is McDonalds, and youโ€™ll immediately think of some variant, Iโ€™m sure. The one Iโ€™m thinking of involves and woman and her child going to McDonalds, and both of them becoming very ill. Their lips, tongues, gums and all down the insides of their throats were covered in blisters and weeping lesions. Stool samples were taken, and traces of herpes-infected semen was found in the Big Mac special sauce. But itโ€™s just an urban legendโ€ฆ isnโ€™t it? Tell yourself that next time you go for a Big Mac.

Meghan: Who is your favorite serial killer and why?

Jack: Jack the Ripper fascinates me. I was thinking about his killings when you asked about the unsolved murders. Itโ€™s such an evocative case, embedded in our culture now. Everyone imagines that top-hat and cloak with the edge of a blade glinting in the gaslight. Did he do it because those women were so vulnerable? Was it purely the opportunity, and the perception that nobody would really care about murdered prostitutes? Iโ€™ve always leaned towards the theory posed in Alan Mooreโ€™s amazing graphic novel From Hell, that it may have all been to cover up a royal scandalโ€ฆ but of course, no member of the royal family would ever do anything sexually inappropriate, would they?

Meghan: How old were you when you saw your first horror movie? How old were you when you read your first horror book?

Jack: I was such a wimp when it came to horror. My mother described The Shining and A Nightmare on Elm Street to me, when I was really young. I think theyโ€™d made a real impression on her and sheโ€™d really enjoyed them. Of course, she had seen them. Me? I was left with an image of Freddy Kreuger conjured up from someoneโ€™s description. My mind filled in the blanks and I was terrified of the idea of him. You watch the Nightmare movies now and see how much humour was in them, but all that was missing from what I was told and what I imagined, so I avoided horror movies like the plague! Thanks, mother.

I didnโ€™t come around to them until Scream 2 came out, so I was about 17. One of my friends wanted to watch it at the cinema, and I hadnโ€™t seen the first one. So he got Scream on VHS, we watched it in the afternoon and I loved it, and we watched the second one that night. Those movies made the genre really accessible for me, through the slasher subgenre.

In horror books, again, I got to them late. I was probably about 19 or 20. I lived with a girl who had a great collection of James Herbert books. I started out with Haunted, which I loved. I carried on from there. Iโ€™ve read more James Herbert books than the work of any other horror writer.

Meghan: Which horror novel unsettled you the most?

Jack: Without a doubt it was Last Days by Adam Nevill. There are some moments in that book that I found really creepy. I got a similar feeling when I read The Ritual, also by Nevill. He must have the inside track on what scares me. His work always seems to get inside my head.

Meghan: Which horror movie scarred you for life?

Jack: Last year I watched a movie called Baskin. I think itโ€™s a Turkish film. Iโ€™m not really into torture movies. Iโ€™m not interested in Hostel and things like that. There is a certain amount of torturing goes on in Baskin, but itโ€™s not there just for the sake of it – it has a reason for being there. Thereโ€™s a character who turns up at the end, played by a guy who had never acted before, but who has this genetic condition that gives him a really unnerving appearance that played on my mind long after the movie ended. That sounds awful really, because thatโ€™s the guyโ€™s actual face – but thatโ€™s why they cast him, and it worked.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween costume?

Jack: I once dressed up as Alex from A Clockwork Orange. I loved that costume. In fact, I might just walk about like that all the time.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween-themed song?

Jack: When I try to think of any music relating to Halloween, all I can think about is this tune called Spooky, Spooky that my kids listened to when they were really little. Itโ€™s on YouTube and we had to put it on for them a hundred times in a row when we had Halloween parties for them and their little pals, and now that Iโ€™ve remembered it, Iโ€™m stuck with it in my head again.

Meghan: What is your favorite Halloween candy or treat?

Jack: There was some sort of little cake slice I found last year. I got a pack of them to eat with the kids, and as soon as I tasted it, I wished I’d hidden them and kept them all for myself. It was some sort of chocolate-covered cinder toffee, digestive biscuit bar by McVitieโ€™s. I hope I find them again this year. No sharing this time, though.


Boo-graphy:
Jack Rollins was born in North East England in 1980. He is an author of dark fiction, including horror and dark fantasy. Best known for carving out a bloody niche in Victorian horror stories, including The Seance, The Cabinet of Doctor Blessing, and Tread Gently Amidst the Barrows, he also writes compelling contemporary stories, approaching the horror genre from unique angles. He has also published a collection of short stories, Scattered Ashes. The author lives in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, England.

Website
(Visit the website for a free copy of The Seance.)

The Seance
Albert Kench is summoned back to London from his travels in Australia, and is shocked to find that his sister has suffered horrific mental and physical damage. A man of science and progress, when Albert is told that Sally attended a seance prior to her collapse and has been touched by otherworldly forces, he believes there must be another, more rational explanation. Albert learns of a man who claims mastery of the dark arts, who may hold the key to Sally’s salvation. Albert sets off in search of answers, but can he emerge victorious without faith, or will he be forced to accept the existence of a realm beyond the world around him?

The Cabinet of Dr Blessing
A chilling tale of gothic horror, told in three parts, collected in one volume. Dr George Blessing operates in his Victorian London hospital. Sympathetic to the poor, Blessing is summoned to a traumatic childbirth. There he discovers a creature of nightmarish power and malevolent intent, whose unearthly abilities he wants to harness for the good of mankind. When he reveals the secret to a friend after a dinner party, Dr Blessing’s obsession triggers events threatening to destroy his reputation, his family and the entire city. As the creature grows ever more powerful and suspicious investigators close in, the doctor is one step from death at every turn. Told in the tradition of a penny-dreadful, each part intricately spins a gripping web of secrets, lies and death, blending “Hammer House of Horror” style scares with fast paced action.

Tread Gently Amidst the Barrows
A series of night-time disappearances among the workforce of railway engineer Oliver Stroud threaten to bring the construction of a new railway bridge to a standstill as local superstitions give rise to unrest and desertion. Stroud is left with no choice but to investigate an ancient burial site to bring closure to the matter once and for all but there is no peace to be found among the barrows of Old Uppsala, for neither the dead, nor the creatures of myth who live among them.

GUEST BOOK REVIEW by William Meikle: 31 Days of A Night in the Lonesome October: Day 9

A Night in the Lonesome October
All is not what it seemsโ€ฆ

In the murky London gloom, a knife-wielding gentleman named Jack prowls the midnight streets with his faithful watchdog Snuff โ€“ gathering together the grisly ingredients they will need for an upcoming ancient and unearthly rite. For soon after the death of the moon, black magic will summon the Elder Gods back into the world. And all manner of Players, both human and undead, are preparing to participate.

Some have come to open the gates. Some have come to slam them shut.

And now the dread night approaches โ€“ so let the Game begin.

Author: Roger Zelazny
Illustrator: Gahan Wilson
Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Gaslamp
Publisher: Avon Books
Publication Date: September 1, 1994
Pages: 280


October 9th

Snuff and Jack are back in the city again, with Jack still on the hunt for ‘materials’. They have a successful hunt, but on the way home are approached by the great detective finally showing himself in the game, on the trail of that night’s murderer. Holmes makes sure that Jack knows he is being watched. Snuff senses something almost canine-like in the doggedness shown by this new man, and resolves to keep a close eye on him.

Larry Talbot has also been in the city and has also been approached by the detective and his rotund companion, who was making cryptic comments about ‘hounds’. Talbot reveals that he has a chequered history with Count Dracula and believes Dracula to be an ‘opener’. This conversation reminds Snuff that earlier in the day he visited the Count’s hideout with Greymalk, who crept into the crypt under the ruined church and returned with tales of a swanky coffin and a sleeping inhabitant. As a reward for information Snuff took Greymalk to see the ‘slithering things’ in Jack’s mirror. The things do indeed ‘slither’.

Snuff’s relationship with Greymalk is quickly turning into a mutually beneficial friendship and is rather sweet, a lightness and sureness of touch that’s typical of Zelazny even while he piles on the growing sense of dread as the time of a full moon gets closer and Jack keeps an eye on the newcomer, Mr. ‘call me Larry’ Talbot.


Boo-graphy:
William Meikle is a Scottish writer, now living in Canada, with more than thirty novels published in the genre press and over 300 short story credits in thirteen countries.

He has books available from a variety of publishers including Dark Regions Press, Crossroad Press and Severed Press, and his work has appeared in a number of professional anthologies and magazines.

He lives in Newfoundland with whales, bald eagles and icebergs for company.

When heโ€™s not writing he drinks beer, plays guitar, and dreams of fortune and glory.

Website

The Green & the Black
A small group of industrial archaeologists head into the center of Newfoundland, investigating a rumor of a lost prospecting team of Irish miners in the late Nineteenth century.

They find the remains of a mining operation, and a journal and papers detailing the extent of the miners’ activities. But there is something else on the site, something older than the miners, as old as the rock itself.

Soon the archaeologists are coming under assault, from a strange infection that spreads like wildfire through mind and body, one that doctors seem powerless to define let alone control.

The survivors only have one option. They must return to the mine, and face what waits for them, down in the deep dark places, where the green meets the black.

William’s Halloween Giveaway

EXCERPT & SIGNED PHYSICAL BOOK GIVEAWAY: A Halloween Adventure with Jack & Ony Lantern

This tale is about a boy who must save Halloween, return home, find the underlying cause for four folktales, and join in his brother later. Which will, in turn, unleash a shadow in the dark forest.

A Halloween Adventure with Jack & Ony Lantern (ebook, paperback)
A Halloween Adventure: Special Edition with World Maps & Illustrations


Halloween-land needs help!

This story is about an adventurous boy named Ony Lantern, who made a promise to save Halloween. He must deal with four missions attached to four folktales and overcome the challenges in the Himalayan mountains. This is where he will face the wildlife who create mayhem in Halloween-land. Jack, his younger brother, would join Ony on his fourth mission, where he would practice on an exceptional flair he had built up. Casey is a pretty little witch on a broomstick. She must lead the adventurous brothers on their missions. When she found out she could bring her parents back from another dimension, this brought Ony and Caseyโ€™s missions to a whole new level.

Jack and Ony Lantern know they will be the perfect superheroes for the adventure.

Put your Halloween costume on, grab a Halloween treat, and get ready for a ride to a land filled with Halloween madness!

Author: Sylvie L. Gionet
Genre: Children, Children’s Halloween, Grades 2-12
Publication Date: September 28, 2020
Pages: 187


Setting: Earth, another dimension in a place called Halloween-land.

Protagonist: Ony and Jack Lantern, along with Casey, were situated as our leaders.

Problem: Someone was eating the delectable desserts in the warehouses, amongst other things.

Antagonist: A variety of wildlife in the Himalayan mountains got a whiff of the fresh baked goods in Halloween-land.

Conflict: Ony and Jack have a blend of unique pumpkins seeds for the wildlife.

Goal: To bring the wildlife to Halloween-land, so they could be a part of the Lantern family.

Excerpt

Chapter One: A Family Legacy

Itโ€™s a chilly, breezy evening in Ponchatoulaโ€”a small city in Tangipahoa
Parish, Louisiana.

One mile down the dirt road, thereโ€™s a thick forest leading to a
driveway. At the end of the road, you will arrive at the Lantern family
farmhouse: 369 Hucks Hollow. Flickering Jack-oโ€™-lanterns border an old
wooden veranda, and plenty of bats drift on a cord from the overhead
beams. Strings of fake cobwebs with lifelike spiders stream across the old
timber windowpanes. The Lantern family has placed tombstones and
scattered imitation bones and a skull across the lawn. White sheets bundled
together form a ghost dangling from the towering bushes and trees.

Paul and Olive Lantern inherited the old and roomy farmhouse from
Paulโ€™s grandparents. The spacious farmhouse was ideal for their two young
Halloween fans. Olive and Paul were thrilled that their children had a flair
for this special event. Every year they would let their excited boys dress up
for one week in an assortment of costumes. Eleven-year-old Ony Lantern,
and his nine-year-old brother Jack, gear up for the creepy night by parading
around the old house while their mom prepares lots of pumpkin treats. The
childrenโ€™s excitement about living on a spacious farm was also due to a
huge pumpkin patch out back.

Chapter Two: The Pumpkin Patch

The splendor of the fall leaves could be seen at the Lantern family home.
Late October in Louisiana was when the frigid winds whirled the foliage
everywhere. Orange, red, and golden shades of leaves were piled out the
front and the back of the old farmhouse.

Paul had already put the boys to work in the second week of June. He took
them to the barn and taught them how to plant four types of seeds in peat
pots. The seeds grew for three weeks and were then ready for transplanting.
Paul had instructed the boys on how to plant the seeds in a raised mound,
one foot across in a wide patch. The eager boys dug a generous amount of
aged compost into each planting hill before transplanting. They used no
insecticides when the pollinators were active.

โ€œPumpkin plants have separate male and female flowers on the same
plant. The bees or insects transfer the pollen from the male flowers to the
female,โ€ Paul had told them.

Ony and his dadโ€™s favorite seeds were the Big Moon and Ghost Rider
seeds. He showed Ony and Jack pictures of these two types of pumpkins.
The Big Moon and Ghost Rider pumpkins had a black and orange ribbed
rind, and a dark-green or black stem that sprouted up through the center.
They were the best pumpkins for carving. Jackโ€™s favorite was the Happy
Jack pumpkin seed, and Paul had mentioned the plump pumpkins were the
best for baking. He picked up a popular-selling seed for Olive, but no one
knew the name of the seed, so he named it after her. When they were ready,
her sweet globe-shape pumpkins were smooth, and a bright orange. Paul
knew this popular pumpkin seed was excellent for baking too.

It was now the third week in October and Paul was ready to spur his boys
into action for their first harvest in the pumpkin patch.

The fall morning was cool and the enthusiastic youngsters looked
forward to a second day of harvesting. After breakfast, Jack and Ony asked
their dad for more pumpkins.

โ€œYou fellows need to put on warm clothing, itโ€™s chilly outside this
morning,โ€ he suggested, and smiled at Olive.

Olive reached into the wardrobe and gathered hats, scarfs, mittens, and
winter coats. Jack struggled to put on his bulky winter coat, but Ony
breezed along putting on his own clothing. She flipped a Halloween cloak
over each of the boyโ€™s shoulders and fastened the clasps around their hero
costumes.

โ€œThanks, Mom. I am positive I will sweat to death in this bulky, bodyhugging jacket.โ€ Jack could barely move.

โ€œMy goodness, you have grown out of that jacket, Jack. You are almost
as big as your brother. Let me get you another coat.โ€ Olive searched
through the winter clothing and found a bigger lightweight coat.
Ony stood ready and tapped his foot, waiting for his finicky little
brother. Jack obviously thought he had grown as big as him.

Paul reached for a winter coat on a hook by the backdoor. He put on a
knitted hat and a pair of leather gloves and threw a scarf over his neck. Paul
unfastened the latch on the back door and stepped outside and closed the
door. Earlier in the morning, he had hooked up two horses to a wagon in
front of the barn. Pulling himself up, Paul sat and waited for the boys.
Jack and Ony shoved the back door open, slammed it into the wall and
dashed outdoors. When they arrived at the barn, both boys jumped up onto
the wagon. Ony and Jack stretched out beside their dad. โ€œLetโ€™s go, Dad,โ€
they both said excitedly.

Paul looked at the enormous smiles on his sonsโ€™ faces. โ€œGiddy-up,โ€ he
said and flicked the reins. The horses trotted along a path. When Paul
stopped the horses, Jack and Ony jumped off the wagon and went straight to
harvesting.

As the pleasant morning whizzed past to lunchtime, Paulโ€™s ambitious
sons entertained him the whole time they wandered around in the patch.
The choosy boys explored the jam-packed patch for the biggest and tiniest
pumpkins.

Olive, meanwhile, kept herself busy. She baked a variety of pumpkin treats
for the family, but most of her creations did not appeal to her. She reflected
for a moment . . . โ€œThe boys give me ideas for desserts dailyโ€”I wonder
where they get their ideas from? Hmm, actually I believe I know!โ€ Olive
then sorted through the wooden recipe box on the counter filled with
pumpkin recipe cards.

The back door was flung wide open and hit the wall. Olive jumped.
The energetic boys proceeded to haul loads of pumpkins onto the back
porch. She spotted them both through the window in the kitchen, placing
the pumpkins here and there in the old farmhouse.

โ€œYou boys certainly do have grand ideas when the days start to count
down to Halloween!โ€ Olive wiped her hands and placed the towel on the
counter. The boys were actively going in and out, so she sauntered into the
hallway to watch her adventurous sons.

โ€œNo worries, Mom, we got this.โ€ Jack spoke in a high-pitched voice.
Olive observed their flushed cheeks and smiled. โ€œOkay.โ€ She looked
around and checked out at what two days of harvesting had done to
decorate the old farmhouse. Her eyes were wide as she scanned the
surroundings carefully, then she sighed and set her sights on the kitchen and
returned to baking.

Before bedtime, Jack rushed up the stairs to his bedroom to change into his
star trail pajamas. Then he darted over to Onyโ€™s room. When he showed up,
he assumed a cyclone had struck this enormous bedroom. It was a serious
disaster zone! Several costumes hung on the old brass handles on the
wooden wardrobe. Ony even had Halloween socks spread out on the floor,
and they were here and there and everywhere! His skull lantern on his
worktable was lit, but at least his homework was done. Jackโ€™s eyes were
bright as he peeked around the spacious room. Decorations from Dadโ€™s
favorite Halloween store dangled from the walls. There were skeletons,
grim reapers, ghosts, bats, witches, spooky spiders, mummies, and
tombstones.

He gazed at the unusual poster Dad had given his brother today. Ony
had fastened it to the wall and trimmed the bottom with four orange
lanterns. On it, on one side, an iron gateway led to a graveyard. On the
other side, a skeleton pirate guarded the entrance. Unlit candles and
lampposts lined a stone walkway, and beside it was a wishing well. A ghost
dangled from a decrepit tree, and it had a creepy-looking spider dangling
from a bare branch. Scattered underneath another tree were skulls,
tombstones, and bones. But what caught his interest was the full, bright
Hunterโ€™s Moon. The big moon bathed the twisted tree branches in a
gleaming light. Its moonbeams shone between and on top of two dark,
closed wooden coffins just below. Two skeletons stood alongside them. The
stars sparkled in the background and made the mountain peaks shine.
Pumpkins lined the stone walkway, and one was lit from inside. The poster
looked mysterious, and it seemed virtually alive.

This looks amazing, but my room looks just as good as this, Jack
thought to himself. His bedroom also had an original poster on one of his
packed walls. The universe fascinated him, and this poster he had received
from his dad showed the solar system surrounded by mountains whose
peaks were covered with snow.

One of the carved jack-oโ€™-lanterns flickered, so Jack took a quick look.
Ony had them in every corner of his room, and they were lit with solar
candles. Jack thought back on how he watched him polish the orange to a
deep shine using a dab of olive oil and Dadโ€™s old rags. That is when he had
decided to ask Ony to help him with his.

Jack asked his parents for pictures of the universe for his bedroom,
while Ony asked his mom for Halloween socks and Halloween decorations
for his bedroom. Both boys had plenty of these items from their parents and
grandparents, along with countless costumes, but Ony could never have
enough!

Ony turned around and noticed Jack standing at the doorway. Jack
smiled at the surprise on Onyโ€™s faceโ€”Jack knew how quiet he had been!

โ€œHey, Jack, are you finished checking out my room?โ€ Ony asked,
while he sifted through a stack of Halloween socks. Jack had a stake in his
stash of treasured socks because Ony had promised him a pair.

His hands clutched at each other tightly, and he hoped today might be
that day. Jack watched Ony closely.

โ€œHere, have a pair.โ€ Ony passed him a pair of Halloween socks
decorated with hunched black cats on top of pumpkins.

โ€œFinally, thanks, Ony.โ€ He snagged the socks before his big brother
changed his mind. Jack took off his own and put on the new socks.
โ€œWow, the same socks as yours,โ€ Jack said in awe.

โ€œMom bought me the same ones as last year, so you can definitely
have those.โ€ Ony slipped on the same pair.

โ€œHow about we sort through our costumes? You can help Mom place
the Halloween spider sticker on the calendar tomorrow.โ€

Olive put these weird-looking tally marks on the calendar every day.
The boys saw the tally marks, but they ignored them as they didnโ€™t know
what they meant.

โ€œFive more days until Halloween. You know what that means, Jack?
We can dress up as a scary creature or a hero,โ€ he said and laughed at him.
โ€œYippee,โ€ Jack said. He sat on the edge of Onyโ€™s messy bed and
flipped both feet up to admire his new socks. โ€œIโ€™ll meet you after school.
Itโ€™s hero day for me tomorrow.โ€ He bounced off the bed and left Onyโ€™s
room.

โ€œOkay, see you tomorrow, Jack.โ€

As Jack turned to say goodnight, he saw Ony had picked out his
Frankenstein pajamas for the night.

When Jack arrived at his room, he marched straight to his closet full of
costumes. As he entered, a bright glow caught his attention from the corner
of his eye. He looked to the left and then to the floor. That is when he
realized his ghost costume had a pile of glowing pumpkin seeds on top of it.
Jack sank to his knees and wrapped the costume around the tiny seeds. He
sprang up with the costume in hand and strode into Onyโ€™s room.

Ony turned. โ€œWhatโ€™s that in your hands, Jack?โ€

Jack lifted the costume and showed him how it glowed.

Ony took the bundled costume from his hands. โ€œWhatโ€™s going on,
Jack?โ€ He raised his one brow as he waited for more details.

โ€œIโ€™m not sure,โ€ Jack whispered. โ€œLook at what I wrapped up; this is
super strange. Theyโ€™re inside the costume.โ€ Jackโ€™s face showed how
surprised he was.

Ony nodded and placed the costume on the bed. When he unfolded it,
he eyeballed the glittering seeds. He gasped. โ€œWow, Jack, where did you
find these seeds?โ€

โ€œIn my closet. They werenโ€™t in there last night, I swear it.โ€ Jack put
both hands to his face. He suddenly realized that he continually asked his
big brother for the best explanations for everything since he always had the
answers. Jack stood in front of Ony and waited for the answer expectantly.
Ony passed his hands through the pile of tiny glowing pumpkin seeds,
which glittered brightly.

โ€œShush, tell no one. These seeds are out of the ordinary.โ€ He stared into
Jackโ€™s bright eyes and thought for a moment. Ony rubbed his chin. โ€œMm . . .
I realize what is going on. Dad must have done something to these seedsโ€”
he lives for a good Halloween prank.โ€

โ€œWhatever Dad did to them, Iโ€™m sure you can deal with it, brother,โ€
Jack said, giving Ony the benefit to solve the mystery.

โ€œOkay, I will hide your costume and these mysterious seeds in my
closet.โ€ Ony paced around the room and then turned to him. โ€œBut what if
Dad didnโ€™t put them in your closet? Where did these glowing seeds come
from? Did Mom put them in there?โ€ he wondered out loud and shrugged his
shoulders.

Jack shook his head from side to side. โ€œNo, I donโ€™t think Mom put
them there. If she knew we had more seeds to plant, she might have
something to say to Dad.โ€ Jack covered his mouth and giggled.

โ€œOnce again, I am sure Dad is playing another Halloween prank. After
all, every year he arranges something around the house for us to find.
Remember how he put plastic spiders in your bed at our old house last year,
and you lost it?โ€ Ony said and chuckled.

โ€œYep, but he put plastic lizards in your bed too. So Dad is at it again. I
will not tell anyone, I promise. This stays our secret, brother,โ€ Jack said
truthfully.

They both gazed at the glittering seeds and wondered if this was
definitely a Halloween prank. Was it a trick or treat?

โ€œItโ€™s getting late. I can hear Mom and Dad; they are coming up those
creaking stairs. Oh, Dad said tomorrow night is a great night for stargazing
on the tractor. He said itโ€™s almost a full Hunterโ€™s Moon. That is awesome.
Hurry, go to your room and pretend youโ€™re asleep.โ€

Jack nodded and darted out of Onyโ€™s room. He headed across the hall
and leaped into his car bed and pulled the covers over his head.
Ony carefully wrapped the tiny glowing pumpkin seeds back in the
ghost costume and hid it in the closet. He hurried to his bed and jumped
right in and pulled the surrounding covers to his face.

Olive sauntered into Onyโ€™s room. She peeked over the bedclothes and
noticed him sleeping.

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Sylvie Gionet is a writer of fiction and an accomplished photographer. A Halloween Adventure with Jack and Ony Lantern is her first children’s book. If you like a dark folktale but a pleasant story, then you will enjoy Jack and Ony’s mystical journey.

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Boo-graphy:
Sylvie Gionet is a writer of fiction and an accomplished photographer. A Halloween Adventure with Jack and Ony Lantern is her first children’s book. If you like a dark folktale but a pleasant story, then you will enjoy Jack and Ony’s mystical journey.

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A Halloween Adventure with Jack & Ony Lantern (ebook, paperback)
A Halloween Adventure: Special Edition with World Maps & Illustrations

A Halloween Adventure with Jack & Ony Lantern
Halloween-land needs help!

Someone is creeping into the factories at night where they make the delicious Halloween treats and destroying the ingredients.

Luckily for the magical inhabitants of Halloween-land, Ony and Jack Lantern are Halloween fanatics, and when a young witch named Casey arrives on Earth one night to ask for their help, they know they will be the perfect superheroes for the adventure.

Put your Halloween costume on, grab a Halloween treat, and get ready for a ride to a land filled with Halloween madness!