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The black iron caldron exploded when Jared tossed saltpeter onto the roiling ingredients. The piercing light gouged my eye sockets, the concussion split my eardrums, and my heart stopped beating. I felt myself falling.

I don’t know if I lost consciousness, but when I opened my eyes everything was dark. Every bone in my body ached, and they creaked and clattered as I struggled to sit. My head spun, thoughts swirled, the wind whistled in my ears, evoking the weird sensation of being in a deep murky carven. It overwhelmed me.

“Jared?” My voice croaked. It barely sounded like me.

“Dude.” Jared sang the word, which calmed me, and creeped me out at the same time.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t think it would work,” his laughter teetered on the verge of hysteria, and I began to tremble.

“I’m just happy we’re still alive.”

“Technically, I am not sure we are. We are skeletons, man.”

I turned my hands in front of my face and wiggled my fingers. The disembodied bones waved at me.

“Jared, what the hell did you do to us?”

“We need to do something about this.”

“We Kemosabe? What’s this ‘we’ shit? You’re the one who created this insane mess, and you’ve got to fix it. Now. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life as a skeleton.”

“Aw, come on. These are killer costumes. I bet we get tons of candy.”

“If we don’t scare everyone.”

“It’s Halloween. Isn’t that the point?”

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