Somewhere between the last summer thunderstorm and the first whiff of cinnamon broom, something strange begins to stir… A haunted breeze whispers through the neighborhood, rustling plastic skeletons into place and coaxing long-dormant ghouls out of hiding. My decaf coffee tastes mysteriously like caramel apples, and the local CVS has already surrendered to a sea of plastic pumpkins and candy corn. The signs are clear: Halloween is clawing its way back — and I, for one, wouldn’t dare stand in its way.