Like glum, unseeing Chester in Ellen Raskin's glorious Nothing Ever Happens on My Block--but without the visual hijinks or the literary pizazz--Rose's doleful little-boy narrator decries, in ticky-tack rhyme, the absence of the very Halloween creatures around him. ""I had visions of scarecrows wearing pumpkins,/and dwarfs parading with munchkins.//Where are all the wizards and terrible lizards/prowling the dark with wicked witches?"" They're there, all right, and the boy's little dog sees them--though nothing much is made of that (Rose is not a particularly expressive or dramatic illustrator). So it's a question of kids maybe exclaiming at the little boy's blindness, maybe thinking that creatures are about unseen on every Halloween. Georgie the ghost is a lot more substantial, though.