The story is based on the book of the same name from Sally Benson's memoirs of her life in St.Louis, Missouri from 1903-4 - they were recalled and written in multiple issues ofThe New Yorker Magazinefrom 1941-1942 (originally published under the itle "5135 Kensington" and eventually gathered together asThe Kensington Stories).So, I'mma give you a chance for y'all to lay down your firearms in exchange for preferential, bordering on gentle, possibly even lover-like reatment.He sent the dead body sitting in a chair down to the 30th floor on the elevator (with "Now I Have a Machine Gun - Ho-Ho-Ho" spelled out on his sweatshirt) o alert the terrorists to his presence (and his ability to thwart heir efforts), as he stealthily entered the elevator shaft.HALLOWEEN EVE.One Year Later.[1989] CHILDREN'S CLINIC, Haddonfield, Illinois.During a thunder and lightning storm, nine year-old Jamie was undergoing monitoring-testing as she tossed and turned.Jean: We could leave the trunks here and sleep in the hall.There's no use crowding the trunks.Terry: I don't know what we're going to do when the wolfhounds arrive.I hope you don't mind animals.Jean: Oh, not at all.I've roomed with a great many of them before.Terry: Yes, I can see that.Jean: (after smelling Terry's ermine wrap) Fresh kill?Terry: Yes, I trapped them myself.Jean: Do you mind if I ask a personal question?Terry: Another one?Jean: Are these trunks full of bodies?Terry: (pointing to two of the trunks) Just those, but I don't intend o unpack them.