All is quiet, there is no one around.

The night is dark, there is no type of sound.

It’s All Hallows Eve and everyone is out.

The house is deserted without a doubt.

The silence is broken as someone comes up the drive.

With an audible scratch, as they walk, and glowing red eyes.

Their heads are drooped to one side as they make a hideous groaning sound.

They reek of eternal death as the house they begin to surround.

They bang on the windows, and push on the doors.

They come down through the roof and up through the floors.

This house they have chosen, for what reason no one knows,

to take apart on command. The destruction really shows.

They take what they will and leave nothing behind.

Nothing is left in tact with no way to find

who they are or where they came from.

They chose a night that was suppose to be fun

to take what was not theirs for their masters own gain.

They walk off to the swamps in the pouring rain.

They present their prizes that they have deceitfully found,

for they chose a place with no one around.

I woke up from the nightmare, shaking with fright.

All because the ghouls came out on Halloween night.