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Admiring Halloween decorations wasn’t his goal for the night. No Billy had candy to get, especially the Keith candy bar! Remaining focused; he quickly headed down the street and tried to ignore the feeling that he was being watched. This was strange because the street was empty of people. There was no trick or treaters here… Of course there wasn’t, most of the kids were at the spirit parade over on Main Street… Those suckers, there wasn’t much candy to have there, just a lot of gawking at costumes and such. No, he had all these homes for himself to plunder, just not this street. The creepiness factor was too high for Billy to stop. There was definitely something off about all these Halloween decorations on this usually very boring street. He would continue to move on and say goodbye to Bland Street.
I consider myself a very upfront sort of guy,
When I wish for a Halloween that wouldn’t die.
All through November and even well into December,
I would think of all the great treating that I could remember.
Why should Halloween end I would ponder silently,
The year is not over, it shouldn’t stop, I’d cry defiantly!
We need to celebrate the holiday now on every day of the year,
Even though wearing a costume constantly would be met with fear.
To make one’s house always haunted,
Would leave one to be constantly taunted.
You can lock me up in an asylum if you think me obscene,
For every day now I will always shout… “Happy Halloween!”
by John Kohlbrenner
There were visitors at my window making such a noise,
Creepy looking fellows comprising of both girls and boys.
They were causing such mayhem outside I didn’t know what to do,
Their monstrous activities were something I would never pursue.
After terrorizing the neighborhood they waited on my lawn,
Scared I hid in my house hoping they would leave by dawn.
Peeking out of my window I then noticed something very odd,
They weren’t children in costumes but monsters fanged and clawed.
I knew I was in trouble my house was no protection for me,
When they rang the doorbell I had to answer you see.
So I opened the door and faced them showing no fear,
Smiling bravely I then offered them a cold beer.
They were actually children in costumes, for it was Halloween after all,
And giving alcohol to minors was soon to be my terrible downfall.
Glancing at a street sign, Billy saw he was on Bland Street so he had another three blocks to go. The chubby boy always hated going down the street because the houses fit the street’s name perfectly. Boring one-story homes full of dull people with no kids and who always handed out very plain candy. Stuff like those ten cents suckers that you get for free at the doctor’s office. He was definitely going to skip these houses, but something was very different this year. Usually the homes on this street had no decorations or just poorly carved pumpkins. For some reason, this Halloween the people had gone to town with their decorating. The front yards were full of creepy looking jack-o’-lanterns, along with stuffed scarecrows and ghosts made out of bed sheets. Billy was actually impressed by what he saw. He even wondered if he had even gone down the right street. “Something odd is happening this Halloween,” he muttered to himself. “Something is not right.”
A creepy Halloween poem by John Kohlbrenner
Funny was the pumpkin’s face,
And boy was it quite a disgrace.
With its big teeth and goofy smile,
An appearance that lacked any style.
Carved with haste and foolish grace,
Making something one should replace.
So if you think this pumpkin lacks any style,
Give it a chance it may grow on you in a while.