It was midnight on October 13. Linda and Steve were dining together as they did every Friday. Steve opened the Chianti and Linda prepared the salad.

“Babe, could you grab the aerator?” Steve asked.

“Sure,” said Linda. She made for the closet.

Steve returned to the counter but did not hear the closet door open. He looked again behind him.

Linda was gone, but the closet door creaked slowly open.

And then a skeleton popped out.