“SPIN,” hums the mother. “I SPIN,” hums the one. So they spin silver lace where the cobwebs are spun. Over in the hollow, wrapped in old sheets and glue, live an old, moldy mummy and his little mummies two. “LURCH!” moans the mummy. “WE LURCH!” moan the two. And they lurch into the mist, wrapped in old sheets and glue. Over in the hollow, in a twisted, tangled tree, live a spooky mama owl and her little owlets three. “WHOO,” hoots the mama. “WE WHOO!” hoot the three. So they whooooo and they hoot in their twisted, tangled tree. Over in the hollow, in a coffin on the floor, live a pale grandpa vampire and his little vampies four. “BItE!” groans the grandpa. “WE BItE!”