"No. They were people-sized. We think they used to be people."

Henry's eyes narrow slightly and he stops to make sure there's nothing on their path but flickering lights. The lack of anything jumping out at them (besides Harley, of course) might mean he was a little paranoid coming in here. The candlelight against the pumpkins is kind of friendly, honestly.

"They were working to raise, uh--" How does he explain it? "Gods from another dimension, we think. Or demons, maybe. They're called Ogdru Hem." He lets out a small sigh. "It wasn't going well."