"The spiders and cobwebs and buckets of apples and skeletons?" He makes a suffering face. The constable who took the first few calls believed in a prank. Then the calls intensified, and continued even long after, he feels, every last soul in Mossgate had heard about what was going on.

And then people just called to complain. What, again, did they expect the police to do about spiders? Except for keeping people from burning down the town due to them.

He runs a hand through his hair. "What kind of official announcement are you looking for? We released a statement asking for witnesses, but..." He so. Very. Much. Regrets that that step had to be taken, and that regret resounds clearly in his voice.