The only channel brave enough to dive head-first into the twisted, tear-soaked chaos of Days of Our Lives! On November 3rd, Halloween’s terror refuses to die quietly—pumpkins fly, chaos reigns, and Salem trembles as Rachel Black & Thomas DiMera’s prank explodes into pure madness. From a mysterious “mad scientist” attack in Horton Square to a heart-wrenching adoption that changes everything, today’s episode delivers shock after shock. 🎃💔

Even by Days of Our Lives standards, today’s episode was pure insanity wrapped in heartbreak. Salem woke up to the aftermath of a Halloween that refused to end quietly — and if you thought the jack-o’-lanterns were the scariest thing in town, think again. What unfolded in Horton Town Square was chaos, carnage, and confusion — the kind that could only come from two pint-sized masterminds: Rachel Black and Thomas DiMera.

The square, normally a picturesque postcard of small-town charm, looked like a battlefield of orange carnage. Pumpkin guts, shattered decorations, and panicked screams filled the crisp autumn air. At the center of it all stood Rachel and Thomas, their eyes wide with mischievous glee, their “weapon” a homemade pumpkin cannon built from PVC pipes, bungee cords, and far too much imagination for two eight-year-olds. Their target? None other than Cat Green, the woman who had dared to cross Rachel’s formidable mother, Kristen DiMera.

In Rachel’s young but vengeful mind, Cat’s crime was unforgivable. In Thomas’s loyal heart, helping his cousin exact revenge was an act of honor. “Load it!” Rachel commanded, her pigtails bouncing like the pendulums of doom. Thomas grinned and shoved another pumpkin into the barrel. The cannon groaned — and with a thunderous whoosh, chaos was unleashed.

The first pumpkin rocketed through the air and exploded at Cat’s feet, splattering orange pulp across her designer boots. She screamed, narrowly dodging a second — and then a third. The once-festive crowd gasped in horror as laughter turned to panic. Rachel’s manic giggle echoed through the square as pumpkin after pumpkin flew, turning Salem’s Halloween celebration into a nightmare.

But that was only the beginning.

From the alley beside the pub, another horror emerged — a figure straight out of a 1950s B-movie: a mad scientist, complete with a white wig, a stained lab coat, and a gleaming knife glinting under the streetlights. The costume was disturbingly familiar. It was the exact one that Jeremy Horton had worn years ago to a Horton family Halloween party — every detail, right down to the fake bolt through the neck. But Jeremy wasn’t there. Whoever this was, they had murder in their eyes.

The figure moved through the chaos, silent and deliberate, the knife raised high. Their target: Alex Kiriakis, who stood completely unaware, scrolling on his phone with a pumpkin spice latte in hand. The moment the blade arced through the air, time seemed to stop. Just then, Cat stumbled while dodging another pumpkin, falling directly into the path of the knife.

In a split-second act of heroism, Alex hurled his drink aside and shoved Cat out of the way, sending her flying — quite literally — into Chad DiMera’s arms. The blade missed by mere inches. The “mad scientist” stumbled, then disappeared into the shadows as police sirens wailed in the distance.

The chaos was complete. Screams filled the night. Children cried. Someone filmed the whole thing on their phone. And as the smoke cleared, Rachel and Thomas’s pumpkin cannon exploded into a spectacular shower of orange debris.

Within minutes, the square was swarming with police. Roman Brady took charge, barking orders as flashing red and blue lights painted the cobblestones. A shaken Alex pointed toward the alley. “It was Jeremy’s costume,” he stammered. “I swear it was him.”

That was all the cops needed. Jeremy Horton, still nursing a hangover at home, was dragged to the station within the hour. His protests — “Check my Ring camera, I was asleep!” — fell on deaf ears. Salem needed someone to blame, and Jeremy fit the bill perfectly.

Meanwhile, Rachel and Thomas’s prank had been exposed. Investigators traced the pumpkin cannon back to materials stolen from the DiMera mansion’s garden shed. When Kristen DiMera arrived, her fury was volcanic. “You could have killed someone!” she roared, yanking Rachel by the ear while Stefan DiMera stood over a trembling Thomas. The punishment? Grounded indefinitely — and therapy wasn’t out of the question.

But while the children’s reign of terror ended in tears, across town another, quieter heartbreak was unfolding — one that tugged at every viewer’s heart.

In the DiMera living room, Johnny DiMera and Chanel Dupree sat on the edge of the couch, their hands locked together as Belle Brady read the final words of a custody judgment. Across from them sat Javi Hernandez and Leo Stark, cradling baby Tesorro, the little boy who had been at the center of months of legal battles and emotional turmoil.

“The paperwork is final,” Belle announced softly. “Johnny and Chanel, you are now Tesorro’s legal parents.”

The words hung in the air like a benediction. Chanel burst into tears. Johnny’s smile was pure light. But when he stood and spoke the name they had chosen — “From this day forward, he will be known as Trey Roman DiMera” — the room fell silent. Trey, a name that honored family, love, and legacy.

Across from them, Javi’s voice cracked as he whispered goodbye to the baby he’d fought to keep. “You’re going to have the best life, mijo,” he said, pressing a tearful kiss to Trey’s forehead. Even Leo, usually sharp-tongued and quick-witted, could barely speak. “Take care of him,” he said, handing the baby to Chanel with trembling hands. “He’s… he’s everything.”

It was one of the most emotional farewells Salem has seen in months. The three men — Johnny, Javi, and Leo — shared a silent embrace, united in love and loss.

Meanwhile, at the Kiriakis mansion, Alex’s brother Aaron sat alone, staring at the adoption papers he’d just signed. Giving up his parental rights had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. He knew it was the right choice — Johnny and Chanel could give Trey the stable life he couldn’t — but the pain of letting go was unbearable.

Then, in a surprising moment of compassion, Bonnie Lockhart appeared at his door, offering him company and comfort. “I know what it’s like to lose a kid,” she said softly. What followed was one of the most heartfelt conversations of the episode — two broken souls connecting over loss, regret, and the bittersweet beauty of doing the right thing, even when it hurts.

As night descended on Salem, the town was left scarred but alive. The pumpkin cannon was confiscated. Jeremy Horton was released — for now. Cat Green swore off Halloween forever. And baby Trey slept peacefully in his new crib, blissfully unaware of the chaos that had surrounded his first days of family life.

But one chilling question remained: Who was the mad scientist? Was it a copycat? A random attacker? Or someone with a deeper vendetta against the Kiriakis or Horton families? The bloody knife was bagged as evidence, but the answers were as elusive as the figure in the lab coat.

One thing is certain — Halloween may be over, but the horror in Salem is just beginning.

So stay tuned, Salem fans — because the fire still burns, the secrets still fester, and the next twist is just around the corner.

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