My father was Michael,
Little Mikey Myers.
My mother was a ghoul.
I look a little weird,
But I am not wholly evil.
Except on Samhain.
Halloween.
My birthday.
The night when good ghouls
And goblins
Are free to roam.
The police can't catch me…
Let them try!
Ha!
Taunting and teasing all night,
Feasting and gorging
On blood and dead flesh,
Wine and sweets.
We party all night long.
For tonight is Samhain,
A night of relentless terror.
Tonight is my birthday,
And neither you nor
Anyone else will
Destroy my birthday.
I will kill
To preserve my birthday.
My birthday is precious,
My mother said so.
I must preserve
My honor,
My family honor—
Being the halfling
That I am.
I must preserve
My father's legacy.
My father.
Now there's a human
Worthy of having
A ghoul for a mate.
He's practically a ghoul
Himself!
Ah, yes,
A slash here,
A slash there,
And maybe a stab
Here and there.
How my ghoulish soul
Revels in this bloodshed!
Cops can't catch me
Police won't catch me.
Loomis is dead,
People have fled.
It's a descent
Into madness.