A witch scours the night sky searching for a special ingredient for her latest concoction. Not any ingredient will do, her cauldron can be rather picky and if the mix isn’t right the result will have a sour taste. The old Count doesn’t have it. He isn’t going to share anyway: the old cantankerous coot doesn’t like visitors. The kids trick-or-treating their way won’t be of any help either. They can’t see beyond sweets and mischief; at all times not just now, actually. Where to find it? Perhaps going for some good old classic ingredients would do. Nothing like a good, old scare after all.