Turn their drawing into a Halloween storybook that outlasts the candy.

On Halloween night, Otis floats past the candy bowl. He needs a costume, fast.

In the mirror, Otis plops a pirate hat on his head. It slides through his sheet with a flop.

He yanks a lion mane from the dress-up box, but it slips off and lands on the lamp.

He squeezes into a pumpkin bucket and gets thoroughly stuck, wobbling on the porch steps.

On Halloween afternoon, the street lantern goes dark. Maeve wants it glowing before night comes.

Maeve dashes into the attic and reaches for Grandma's spell book on a high trunk.

She finds the fix, but the spell needs one spark. She borrows a tiny one from the kitchen candle.

Both hands cup around the glow as she carries it out into the windy dark.

Orange sky. Pumpkin waits outside. Dash carries pumpkin to the step.

Dash sets one candle inside, and the crooked grin lights up.

The street grows still and dark, and the pumpkin keeps glowing.

Dash lifts pumpkin, warm and sleepy. Inside, pumpkin sleeps by the door.

On the church roof, Anya's little bat hangs under a stone ledge and watches Halloween go quiet. Below him, masks droop and porch lights blink out.

At the curb, a small child freezes, shoulders drooping under a crumpled costume, the bucket hanging empty and still.

At the next pool of light the child stops short, where two sidewalks split around a bare tree. The bat lands on the taller lamp and folds his wings.

By the time the porch light shines over the doorway, the bat is already back in the night, crossing above the street he traveled lamp by lamp.