"Halloween is nigh' guys."
I told my awesome friends,
who're too stuck in video games
to give a damn about anything.

"Who cares" said they?
I do! We all do!
The candy and fireworks
The music and dancing

What on earth are they on about?
They're not OAP's.
They don't hate loud noises...
You wouldn't either,

if you played COD
28 hours a day.
So I dragged them out
Put a mask on their face,

we were ready to go.
One zombie...
and 9 people with masks on.
How frickin delightful.

Our first stop was Mr.Jimmy
James Bob William Harriet
Francis Sir Washington Alan
Billy-James Colin

The Third.
We called him Frank.
He opened the door,
and shot Friend No.3 in the face.

I didn't really give a damn.
After all, #3 was the dude
who put peanut butter in my
hair on school pictures day.

Nonetheless it was a shock
Frank had a shotgun, where was it from?
We had no time to think, as Nos.7 and 9
Met their demise.

Ok now I'd really had enough,
I mean, no candy! At all!
So we went nextdoor,
to our neighbours alien.

The alien gave us toothpaste.
TOOTH.PASTE.
Knowing we were dissapointed,
he took out a ray-gun,

and shot 1 and 6 in the face.
Ok now I'd really had it,
2 houses, and all I got,
was a tube of TOOTHPASTE!

So we went to the shop.
Of course we had no money
And 7s credit card was back in his body,
so we did the only logical thing.

Broke in.
No.2 got shot by the cops!
No.5 put out of his misery,
by a chicken to the face!
Soon it was me amd 8,

fighting to get to the cotton candy.
IT LOOKED AMAZING
Until 8s blood splashed on it.
And I stood there.

Not sure what to do.
My only treat ruined
By that rouge shade of blood.
Spoiled. Gone.

So I took 8s body home and made a lovely stew c:

[SDK HORROR FEST] (Of sorts)

-AUTHORS NOTE-
I kinda wanted to write another poem, but instead I took the normal 4 line per paragraph rule and made it into a story! C: