Treats, Treats and More Treats!
That's what you get when you knock and speak,
Smile, laugh and say these words...TRICK..OR.. TREEAT!
It's all fun, it's all alright until you knock on a door with no lights,
it opens up and all is seen, a hand that reaches from between.
Weird and lifeless,
so dead like and brittle surely you don't think were little,
We're big kids and brave and seen it all,
This gimmick is old and won't make us Bawl!
The hand reaches out and Pats their heads with a voice that whispers
"cute kid now what is the magic words??"
With smiles wide and long the kids all yell in in sync like a song,
TRICK OOOR TREEEAT!!
They all laugh And giggle, But boom slams the door open with a rush of wind,
a sudden shock that had all the hearts pinned,
and out pops a demon with heads on its stomach, faces on it's back, a mouth for a head,
A roar in their faces sent them all in Huge dread,
So much terror that they'll fear under their own Bed.
With cries of terror, the kids ran from the space, bleeding of fear never to knock on that house next year...
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