HALLOWEEN SHIFT AT THE WITCH’S HOUSE You ever plaster a wall and feel it staring back at you? That was me today. Halloween, fog rolling in, I’m outside what can only be described as a full-blown witch’s gaff. Chimney shaped like a crooked hat, black cat on the windowsill giving me attitude, and the door creaked open by itself like it was auditioning for The Exorcist 2: Skim Coat of Doom. I swear I heard the walls whispering “float me… faaaaster…” while my bucket started bubbling on its own. One