When Harriet Carr returns to Dunnhallow University to keynote the grand opening of its Salem Witch Trials exhibit, the glittering showcase—and its slippery new president—hint that what’s on display isn’t half as dangerous as what’s been unsealed.

October 31, 1975

“All units, we have a reported disturbance at 1666 Dead Horse Road. The caller said they witnessed flashing lights and several loud explosions near the old President’s mansion at the back of campus.”

Jack smirked at Pete as he grabbed the radio.

“Unit 541 responding. ETA three minutes. Over,” he told Connie. He ignored the familiar crackle of the two-way as he released the button to listen to her response.

“Copy that,” Connie said, a smile audible in her smooth voice. “You boys be careful out there. Don’t want the boogeyman to get you. Over.”

“Happy Halloween to you, too, Con,” Jack laughed. “Over.”

Pete flipped a switch, and the cruiser’s single light began rotating, coloring the trees with long blue streaks of light. Jack pressed his foot down on the gas and replaced the radio. He grinned at his partner, ignoring the way Pete’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the Saint Michael medallion hanging around his neck.