HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :D - Lucius: Part 4 - Playthrough

The Halloween fun started this weekend with stars capturing the spooky holiday on social media. Ryan Seacrest and Julianne Hough teamed up as Bonnie and Clyde on a couples costume while Jessica Alba, Cash, and Honor Warren picked out a family ensemble and dressed as The Incredibles. Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale visited a haunted house and Nicole Richie got into character as a girl scout.Halloween will come a little late for some this year, thanks to Superstorm Sandy, which has left many neighborhoods along the East Coast littered with debris from shattered homes, downed trees and power lines, creating unsafe conditions for revelers and trick-or-treaters. The situation in New Jersey is so severe that New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie signed an executive order on Wednesday postponing Halloween celebrations across the state until Monday. "I've taken this action to minimize additional risks to lives and the public safety as we begin the process of rebuilding and recovering from Hurricane Sandy," Christie said. "In too many communities in our state, the damage and losses from this storm are still being sorted out, and dangerous conditions abound even as our emergency management and response officials continue their work." It's Halloween on Wednesday, and while the remnants of hurricane Sandy are threatening to make it a cold, wet and windy evening across much of the eastern part of the country, the annual candy and fright-festival is doubtless going to be as popular as ever. To mark the occasion, the numbers-obsessed folks at Statistics Canada have compiled a list of some surprising Halloween-related numbers: I grew up on a dead-end street in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, where remnants of swampy forest surrounded the old wood-frame homes. Live oaks lined the streets. Spanish moss dripped from their branches. Snakes coiled under the ancient azaleas that edged the yards. It was, in fact, the perfect setting for a haunted Halloween night. And there was this one house, you know, where the yard was so dense with bush and tree that it could barely be seen through its thicket of shadow. To trick-or-treat, you walked up the dark sidewalk toward a faint glow on the front porch, just the one lit window. The air hummed with passing insects and the porch creaked like Dracula’s coffin under your feet, the slow, dry eek of old wood.