Clawing up from tainted graves, putrescent and foul, Lord Pumpkin breathes once more his waves of spiders upon an unsuspecting Classic City.  Woe unto you, Dawgs of the Bull!

The Slender Man beckons, peeky-boo up the street, while at his feet the children of the damned cluster lovingly:

“Come hither, and behold, the great and mighty Pumpkin Lord!  I usher you, dear Athens, to terrible claw and toothed maw!  Rejoice in its dead-eyed joy!"  The Slender Man laughs.  “Feed its Halloween bones!”

To the right hand of the Pumpkin Lord, the Meyers boy bears witness, all growed up now, a Lord himself.  He understands what must be fed.

From the rear flank, reinforcements, Siren Head, in ironic flaying cosmic horror, for warning time is over!

Lord Pumpkin is risen.  Look on his works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Unpleasant dreams,

The Jordans