No, I mean it. Shut the front door.
I don’t care if it’s Halloween,
SHUT THE DAMN DOOR!
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Nope.
A (slightly) smaller version of this at the house would probably give the kiddies a thrill.
Y’ever notice how some trick-or-treaters like to hang around?
Sorry, door’s stuck. Go away. GO AWAY!
Yup, ya think it’s just a tree until you wet your pants…
Grandma? The doctor told you to rest. You don’t look so well.
I’m sorry, Mom, I’ll never beg for a gumball again!
I’d apply strong tea or coffee to that nightgown to get that aged, ghouly look.
Dude, I hope you’re not looking for candy, because nobody’s selling.
There’s a gumball machine over there, though…
You look cold. You should really cover up. Really.
Ok, well she’s amazing. And who’d think something so scary could be so pretty?
It looks like the kid’s handling it ok.
I’d be under a table rocking and moaning myself.