You snap awake, your body taut, every sense in overdrive. Something woke you up - but what? You move the Halloween candy off your lap and start to cautiously check out the house. Nothing in the living room, nothing in the kitchen; nothing - there's a sharp rap at the door. You whirl to look at the clock. Ten-fuckin'-thirty!? Who the hell's still trick-or-treating at ten-fuckin'-thirty?
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