Jackson Lantern growled as he stepped up to the front door of Thirst Bar, staring at the obscenity through narrowed eyes. Someone had stuck a life-sized cutout of a jack-o'-lantern on the front doors with legs and arms bent in haphazard directions and flames flickering in his eyes. Jackson reached out and snatched the ridiculous image off the door, ripping it into tiny jagged pieces. He hated October. Hated Halloween. Hated the asinine images that went with the holiday. Hated them, because they were too close to the truth.
He sighed as he shoved the cutout into the trash bin beside the front door. With a deep breath, he turned, glancing around at the other nearby businesses—Hell's Brew, City Hall, The Fairy Garden, and even Stoney's Bar, his annoying rival—for the culprit who put the jack
