I came to the top of the stairs and was attacked by a Detective (complete with drawn-on mustache) and a Texan in Hello Kitty Halloween pajamas. Kelly hates Halloween, but wears the shirts and socks ALL YEAR LONG. I was so stunned at this perplexing sight that I did what I do best: grabbed the camera, and took off running down the hall. They chased me.  There was screaming, followed by nightmares involving Sherlock Holmes and the world’s best barbecue served at an Octoberfest.  It wasn’t pretty.