It was the night of All Hallows Eve… a night of darkness and of dreams… of moonlight peering through the cobwebs of time and velvet silence splintered by tormented cries…

And through the streets of the town raced a fiendish band – shrieking, howling, pounding on doors. “Trick or Treat” screamed the skeleton, as from every house the children extorted candy in the traditional blackmail of Halloween. But the last house was different. From within its black depths came Mr. Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud… a monster… a magician… a product of the night itself… who became their guide an a kite-flying, broomstick-riding trip back into the History of All Hallows Eve…