The pumpkins were lit and the trick or treaters assembled:
Demon Ninja, Peter Pan, Obi Wan Kenobi, Darth Reaven, Spiderman, Catholic Witch, Little Witch, Supergirl, and a Baby Bumblebee.
And off went the pack of costumed children. Merging with the massive freaky horde that was already combing the streets, descending upon the neighbors houses.
Warnings of graveyards, skeletons and spiders did nothing to deter the hungry masses. In fact, the fifteen-foot-long spider and walking, grumbling twelve-foot-tall skeleton drew the biggest crowds.
Homeowners were helpless against the onslaught. Within an hour, the least prepared had turned off their lights, defeated, their plunder taken.
And as the little army's jack-o-lanterns overflowed and arms grew heavy, the creatures, soldiers and heroes of the night returned to their brightly-lit lairs to enjoy their plunder.
All except for two, who said there's no mercy for the weak. They dumped their plunder onto the backs of the weary and set forth again to continue their assault. And continue they did, the Demon Ninja in the lead, roaming the darkening streets for more tempting victims. The one with the orange mists, the one with the web spreading across the entire yard, the one with the hellish screams, and on and on. For an hour more they continued their march, whipping up the weary to continue on.
And just when the neighborhood felt a bit safer, that two more had ended their assault, a rumour was heard. About a house with so much plunder and such scary sights, that they couldn't return just yet. They placed on their armor, grabbed their jack-o-lanterns and climbed into their black chariot. And searched for this place of horror. From two blocks away they saw it. The one with the fiery smokestacks. But the black and red facade of towers and walls, unholy lit by an eerie red light with witches writing spread across the lawn warning all to stay away, did not deter Demon Ninja or his father. They walked inside, witches and ghouls grabbing at their clothes and legs, trying to prevent them from getting their just rewards. But just when they thought all was lost, they met familiar faces within, and together, the group of six made it through the black lit rooms and out into the cloudy, muggy Halloween Night.
And then they were done. The best house found and pillaged. They climbed into their chariot, returned to their lair and dreamed the sweet dreams of victory.
Demon Ninja, Peter Pan, Obi Wan Kenobi, Darth Reaven, Spiderman, Catholic Witch, Little Witch, Supergirl, and a Baby Bumblebee.
And off went the pack of costumed children. Merging with the massive freaky horde that was already combing the streets, descending upon the neighbors houses.
Warnings of graveyards, skeletons and spiders did nothing to deter the hungry masses. In fact, the fifteen-foot-long spider and walking, grumbling twelve-foot-tall skeleton drew the biggest crowds.
Homeowners were helpless against the onslaught. Within an hour, the least prepared had turned off their lights, defeated, their plunder taken.
And as the little army's jack-o-lanterns overflowed and arms grew heavy, the creatures, soldiers and heroes of the night returned to their brightly-lit lairs to enjoy their plunder.
All except for two, who said there's no mercy for the weak. They dumped their plunder onto the backs of the weary and set forth again to continue their assault. And continue they did, the Demon Ninja in the lead, roaming the darkening streets for more tempting victims. The one with the orange mists, the one with the web spreading across the entire yard, the one with the hellish screams, and on and on. For an hour more they continued their march, whipping up the weary to continue on.
And just when the neighborhood felt a bit safer, that two more had ended their assault, a rumour was heard. About a house with so much plunder and such scary sights, that they couldn't return just yet. They placed on their armor, grabbed their jack-o-lanterns and climbed into their black chariot. And searched for this place of horror. From two blocks away they saw it. The one with the fiery smokestacks. But the black and red facade of towers and walls, unholy lit by an eerie red light with witches writing spread across the lawn warning all to stay away, did not deter Demon Ninja or his father. They walked inside, witches and ghouls grabbing at their clothes and legs, trying to prevent them from getting their just rewards. But just when they thought all was lost, they met familiar faces within, and together, the group of six made it through the black lit rooms and out into the cloudy, muggy Halloween Night.
And then they were done. The best house found and pillaged. They climbed into their chariot, returned to their lair and dreamed the sweet dreams of victory.
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