The ankle biters across the road are out in their front yard, screeching and groaning in a rather disturbing fashion. Maybe they've had limbs severed sans anaesthetic, maybe they're pretending to be monsters* - I wouldn't know, it all sounds the same to me.
This is why I have cats and not children. Pounce may scream a bit close to dinner time but a can of Fancy Feast generally shuts her up. I think the authorities frown on dishing up Fancy Feast to kids - even if you do give it to them on a proper plate with a knife and fork.
*But who am I trying to fool? Children never pretend to be monsters.