A crisp autumn breeze carried the faintest scents of cinnamon and pumpkin pastries as you put the final touches on Halloween decorations around the cozy farmhouse. Stringing the last lengths of cobweb, you smiled to see your husband meticulously laying out bowls of candy at the end of the long driveway.

Darkness soon fell as your games of hide and seek began, growing ever sillier in the moonlight. But just as your laughter was fading to rest, the ancient phone on the kitchen wall let out an ear-splitting scream. Heart lurching, you braced for antics from your love, well-versed in all scare tactics.

Lifting the creaky receiver, you heard naught but static at first. Then came a low, guttural rasp that froze your blood:

"Never say who's there...don't you watch the classic flicks? It's asking for trouble, my dear. Might as well go poke at bumps in the night..."

Shivers raced down your spine at the uncanny growl so like - and yet unlike - your partner's voice. Playing into potential peril rarely ended well on screen. Still, you knew this man's tricks, and refused to give him the satisfaction of a scare so easily...