A slight, bespectacled man dressed in an unremarkable suit weaved through the darkening city streets, his eyes darting feverishly from shadow to shadow. Pumpkins perched on the windowsills of crumbling high rises, flickering brightly through jagged half-smiles. Ghouls dressed in ghastly costumes stood silently on lonesome street corners, slipped in and out of steamy alleyways, and stared curiously at the nervous little man making his way. He passed three thickly-muscled men raping a horrified teenage girl behind a decrepit dumpster. She whimpered softly, eyes agape, while the men, costumed as superheroes, cackled with glee. “Where’s your Superman now?,” said the figure dressed as the Man of Steel, before stuffing her mouth with his filthy cape. The full moon was now high in the sky, and the bespectacled man, his body racked with chills, hurried on. Soon he found himself passing beneath a towering bridge, where, just out of sight, an enormous hunchbacked man with a single yellow eye stood peering through the night, his face like melted plastic. Bloody saliva oozed from his malformed lips while he slowly chewed. In his hands, halfway eaten, was the festering arm of a child, wriggling with fat, greasy maggots. The slight man continued on, his pace as quickened as his pulse, until he rounded a corner. His building was now in sight. But the night knew no bounds. As he approached the entryway, a freakishly tall pimp dressed in 30’s-era double-breasted suit and snap brim hat, blew on the tip of his long Cuban cigar before extinguishing it upon the forehead of a well-bloodied prostitute he held against the cold brick wall. “How do you like my art?,” he said, grinning broadly while eyeing the little man who was just then scurrying through the door. Once behind it he beelined for the stairwell, flew up fifteen flights of stairs, burst through another door, sprinted down a hallway, put key in lock, turned swiftly, and finally sprung into his apartment. Lock, lock, lock, chain. Safe now, but still in darkness. His rapid breathing slowed while he removed his glasses and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his clammy brow. Then he switched on the lights. Skulls everywhere. Human. Hundreds of them, spray-painted every color of the rainbow. Piled in corners, hanging from walls, spread across tables, and overflowing out of boxes. A set of glistening stainless steel surgical instruments lay next to an operating table with heavy-duty leather restraints. Countless bottles of chemicals lined many shelves. The lights flickered.