Posts by Michael Arnzen

He fills a bowl with healthy snacks and waits for the trick-or-treaters. But they're never what he expects. Sometimes it's a burned out Crest kid -- just a skeleton blackened everywhere but her pearly whites. Sometimes it's a poor child who had no insurance -- groaning "trigg or deef" with his cancerous rictus. Sometimes it's just his lawyer chattering incoherently about malpractice. Sometimes it's an incredible human drill, screeching in his doorway, its head spinning exorcist-style and so fast he can see no features but knows that it's smiling with braces bending like the gates of hell. Sometimes it's just…