Send us Fan Mail Fear feels different when the mask is human. We open the door on Halloween’s darkest corridors: the father who poisoned his son with a cyanide Pixy Stix, the Toolbox Killers’ taped cruelty on a night meant for candy, and the times real corpses were dismissed as decorations under porch lights. From Detroit’s Devil’s Night arsons to a wolf mask at a front door and the Napa murders linked to a friend, the stories unfold like a horror anthology with one recurring villain: us. We...