So I had this problem — work or starve. So I thought I'd combine the two and decided to become a writer. - Robert Bloch

But she didn't listen, she was in the bathroom, she was getting dressed, she was putting on make-up, she was getting ready. Getting ready.

Henderson sighed. There was a time, he reflected, when the coming of this night meant something. A dark Europe, groaning in superstitious fear, dedicated this Eve to the grinning Unknown. A million doors had once been barred against the evil visitants, a million prayers mumbled, a million candles lit. There was something majestic about the idea, Henderson reflected.

Twelve years had passed, and now he'd come full circle. The whole business had started here, and here it must end. That was simple justice.