A.N.: Here we are, the last chapter! Yeah, sorry, I didn't keep up with my 1/day update schedule, but I do think you've had some fun along the way, and that's what counts.

In this chapter, Justin and Alex finish saving Halloween!

The spell was cast. Suddenly there was a rush of wind slamming all the gathered goths, and Justin and Alex. The sound of the wind was a roar that washed out all other sound, and yet it continued to grow louder. Eventually it turned into a high pitched whine, and the collected company soon felt themselves being torn 'upward', and then suddenly, everything was quiet and bright. The light washed over them, invoking a sense of terror that is difficult to describe, but if you've ever had night terrors - when you regain consciousness in the middle of the night, but not control over your body, such that you are frozen in place, and the only thing you feel is fear, not fear at anything, just fear - then you've come close.

It didn't actually last long, but it felt like a long time to the goths who had never experienced anything quite like this before. Pretty quickly they felt the wind rushing over them again, only this time it slammed them 'downward'.

Soon they all regained consciousness in the little abandoned building in which they had started. They looked around, bewildered and confused. Justin quickly took charge.

"Whoa! Dudes!" he said, putting on his best 'bro' accent. "I've never seen anyone put that much liquor away. You guys are beasts!" he cried. Then he pulled a bit of powder out of one of his pouches, and blew it over the crowd. They inhaled it, and then began to relax, filling in the night with false memories of a wild party. Then they all began to disperse.

"Ugh," Alex said, walking over to Justin and leaning on him. "Remind me never to drink again."

"Yeah, alcohol can fuck you up," Justin said.

"I mean drink anything. Not ever water. Ouch," Alex said. She closed her eyes as she leaned against her brother. Justin patted her head, as her witch hat seemed to have fallen off at some point in the evening.

"What about that guy you killed?" Alex asked sleepily.

"Oh, right, him. No, I didn't kill him," Justin said. He pulled his ashes out of another pouch, and laid them on the ground. Then he took a small dagger he also had in his belt, and cut himself slightly, bleeding onto the ashes. There was a puff of smoke, and the goth leader was standing in front of them. Justin quickly stuffed some memory dust in his nose, like he did to the other goths previously, and then sent him on his way.

"All right, we have a lot more work to do," Justin said. "That was just one of the creepy rituals. I'm sure there are a lot more going on elsewhere."

Alex groaned.

"Actually, that's not true," Harold said, coming up from behind them. Justin and Alex turned around to face him.

"You see, when you guys were forced back to the material plane," Harold began explaining. "The energies filled everyone in the area who was currently performing an occult ritual. None of them are in any mood to finish them, now."

"Huh, that's a strange deus ex machina," Justin commented. "And I do mean 'deus'."

"Yeah, but it does mean your job is over!" Harold said. "Catch you guys later." He disappeared into the ether.

Justin began to drag Alex home. When they got there, everyone else was in bed. They plopped down on the couch, exhausted. Naturally Alex was cuddling with Justin, and Justin had his arm around Alex.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Who's there?" Justin called.

"Phillip," was the response.

"Phillip who?"

"Phillip my bag with candy!"

A.N.: Well that's the end! Happy Halloween everyone!