Tis was the night before Halloween, and all the jack-o-lanterns were lit. The candies were all in their bowls awaiting for hungry little kids to grab them. The town was peaceful for the next day was a day for kids to trick or treat. There was one that was not asleep, he was lying in his bed; his blanket covering his mouth as he whimpered at the thoughts of the next day.
"I do not like Halloween." He whispered to himself in the dark. "There will be ghosts and ghouls. Monsters and beast will be roaming about." Bobby stared at his ceiling, imagining what he said.
"Witches will come on their brooms hovering about. They will approach my lawn, chatting, plotting, scheming, screaming, yelling, and hollering. Oh, the screaming." The man winced at the thought of this.
"They will come yelling, loudly as they approach my door. They will knock, ring my bell, bellow out demanding a treat, for if I don't they will treat me with an evil trick." The man then took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, he shuddered as the images flowed into his head. He turned over. "I hate Halloween."
"Honey, it only comes once a year, please go to sleep." His female companion said sleepily.
"But, I still hate Halloween." He said as he tried to go to sleep.
