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Edana
Alroy
    Beatrice Ailean
Deri
    Caronwyn Aili
Dara
    Cameron Aoife
Jenna
    Delwen Sean
Gail
    Tom á s Llyn Jean
    Rowena Hagan
Lair
    Rossalyn Haley
Leslie
    Dallas Gwen
Sheila
    Ainsley Elwyn
Ilisa
    Fionna Eilwen
M á ire
     
    "They're all Irish names," she pointed out.
"I know these names."
    "You do?" I asked as I crawled up beside
her. I didn't know any of them.
    A stone next to it
had Colleen engraved on it. Another Irish name. None of the stones had
dates or inscriptions. Just names.
    “ Halloween: the first,”
Katie read from a tombstone at the summit. Not far away on a
separate hillside, there was a broken-down roundhouse made of
pieces of wood and clay. Two large chariot wheels were leaning
against the side of it. Behind it, was a forest of baby sequoia
trees.
    I was about to go check out the trees, but I
saw Katie sliding down the other side of the hill to a large
two-story colonial home. Oz was climbing out of a broken window on
the first floor. She was dressed in a silvery floor length robe and
a pointy hat.
    “ How do you like the
place?” she asked Katie as I carefully treaded down the
hill.
    “ The greatest place
ever.”
    “ You have to keep it a
secret.”
    “ Okay. Who made all
this?”
    “ I don’t know,” she said
just as I arrived. “This place was here before I moved into the
house. But Jess’s father made that house over there, the pumpkin
patch, the graveyard and a few other things.”
    “ He really loved
Halloween.”
    “ You want to go
inside?”
    “ Yeah!”
    Katie leaped up the oversized porch steps
and walked up to two massive doors, towering three times her
height.
    “ Someone’s excited,”
smiled Oz, watching Katie tug open one of the doors. “Everything
okay, Jess?”
    “ Yeah. Well, not really. I
saw this ghost and this breathing pumpkin and . . ."
    “ So, do you like it?” She
took a moment to scan the dark hilly landscape, which was growing
foggier and darker.
    “ Yeah.”
    “ I knew you would like
it.”
    “ Why didn’t you ever tell
me?”
    “ Why don’t we have a look
inside.”
    I really wanted to know, but I said,
“Okay.”
    The foyer was huge. Everything was broken
and covered in spider webs. The ruin walls were paved with the same
black bricks and ragged wood seen in the passage above. Giant black
pillars supported a domed ceiling crawling with glowing spiders,
and endless dark hallways sprouted out in all directions. The only
source of light in the main room was a candle chandelier hanging
over a red-carpeted staircase.
    “ Oh, yuck,” said Katie at
the top of the staircase, having just ran into spider webs.
“They’re real.”
    “ I haven’t been down here
in quite some time,” admitted Oz. “Come down, so we can pick out a
bewitching dress for you.”
    Katie ran down, and we followed Oz into a
huge two-story corridor, lined with statues of grim farmers,
standing fifteen or twenty feet tall. Their height wasn't the
scariest thing about them. It was their eyes. They followed us as
we walked by.
    “ Oh, yeah I forgot about
these,” said Oz, a bit scared.
    “ How did he do this?” I
said quietly, looking up at a statue that glared right back at
me.
    “ I never asked. Your
father believed this to be the realm of the second
life.”
    “ What?”
    “ He was a spiritual man,
Jess. This was a man who believed there was once an Easter bunny.
He didn’t like getting into it that much, so I don’t know a whole
lot about it. Katie, I’ve got a great selection of witch gowns for
you. Oh, wait, watch this.”
    Oz picked up a pebble and tossed it by a
statue, and as it flew in the air, the statue’s eyes followed it.
When it landed, the eyes turned back to her.
    “ Okay, let’s go,” said Oz
uneasily.
    We hurried after her, a bit spooked
ourselves, and entered a stuffy room full of five-foot cauldrons,
gigantic coffins, sticks, brooms, jars and other weird objects.
Grimy glass lanterns hung on what looked to be the ceiling. The
entire room had been