Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Matthew L. Swayne, author of Haunted World War II. It must have been one boring, leafless November 4th or something like that—right about the time when the Jack O’Lantern started to turn to mush, the leftover trick-or-treat candy began to dwindle away in the plastic pumpkin bowl, and movies about couples hoping to get married by Christmas suddenly replaced all the cool movies about serial killers who seemed to target just such couples—that I thought, “Why can't every day be Halloween?” I was born on Halloween, and the holiday raced valiantly in a dead heat with Christmas for my favorite holiday. (It's hard for a fistful of