Rubble, Rubble, Toil and Trouble

Fires are burning. Cauldrons are bubbling. 

Are they conjuring a spell? Cooking dinner? 

No! The Baba Yaga is throwing an All Hallows Eve party to lure a vampire maker out of hiding and she's using Hildy as human bait. Witches are human after all. Chuck's ripping down trees to make enough wooden stakes to kill a whole coven. 

All Hildy cares about is that there are a bunch of coffins in her backyard. What is she supposed to do with vampires? Bat shifters, Carol wanted to call them, but that's a bunch of bull crap—or rather, guano.

She's not the Baba Yaga. Why does Carol keep involving her in her schemes?

There's more magic and mayhem going on than you ever believed you could happen.