Twick or Tweat

Ghouls haunts the graves.
Ghost spook the house.
Vampyres pray on the innocent virgins.
Lycanthropes prowls about with the rakshasa in the orange colored moon in the sky.
Grey cloud looms over heads like a dirty blanket.
Oh, how All Hallow's Eve turned for the deadly.

Princesses and princes prances and dances about in the warm fall fire.
Pumpkins grin an unfriendly grin.
Soon, screams and shrieks rips the skies.
Terror strikes fear into the hearts of the innocence.
Vampyre and demons tears and shreds them for what guts and life water they have inside.

Vampyres seduces the willing before nipping at their perfect flesh.
Punctured flesh releases the crimson waters and they lick it up in delight.
A soft little moan escapes the victim's lips before another bite to drain what's left.
A graceful death to me, to you, and in the eyes of the hungry vampyre.
Death by a vampyre is calming and soothing.
Best death by far.

A howl rips through out the woods near by.
Snarls and barks are loud and echoes through out.
Terror in the woods?
Not yet.
Tension is there.
A rival of rakshasas snarling and letting out loud roars to lure the dogs to them.
They prowl, they growl into the night before clashing.
Flesh rips, blood squirts out, and cries of death can ring out.
There are survivors but no winners.

The perfect Halloween as it seems.
Blood has been spilled.
Innocents has died from the terrors.
Oh, woe to the lighter sides of life.
Death plagues.
Veils for the after life has been lifted.
Twisted demons danced.
Happy Halloween.