Jack Calloway is the pumpkin-headed boogeyman of Hallow Hill. As the legend goes, he was a man of wicked tastes, devilish allure, and had a knack for dark magic. He and his lover-my ancestor-were tried as witches and burned at the stake at the edge of Hallow Hill's pumpkin patch.

Some say he made a deal with the devil to spare his lover's soul and haunts the pumpkin patch to this day, waiting for her return.

"Don't go near the pumpkin patch on Halloween," they've always warned the women in my family. "Jack might get you."

Too bad I don't listen because I have to find out the hard way that ghost stories exist for a reason. And in Jack's flames, I just might become one.