At that moment, another man rushed in. "The kids don’t believe anymore!" he
shouted as the crowd actually quieted down and took notice of him. "But on
Halloween! The ghosts will come out on Halloween. They don’t believe anymore,
but they’ll see! You know what’ll be funny? When they have to suck their
great-great-great-grandfather. They’ll think he’s just some guy standing on a
street corner, but then he’ll tell ’em they gotta suck it. They’ll have to suck
up some ancient history!" The patrons looked askance at one another, obviously
distressed by this outburst. Peter saw that everyone wanted the man to stop, but 
no one wanted to get involved. "You know, you know, that’s funny. In England the
ghosts don’t come out till nine, in Wales
at midnight, in Scotland not until two in the morning. But in Chicago"—and here
the man’s voice dropped almost to a whisper—"we can have ghosts all night."