The Halloween Monsters
The monsters were out again. We hid in the house, hoping that they would not notice we were there. There were big ones and little ones. Some of them were being carried around by their minions, They were walking and running up and down the streets, yelling and screaming. Pounding on the doors, looking for the unwary. Everyone in town had their porch lights on, hoping to scare the little monsters away. It didn't work, they still came.
They were a sight to see. Devils, demons, goblins, witches, princesses in disguise. Spiderman, Superman, Batman, Captain America's and someone they called Darth. There were hobos, angels, ghosts, witches and giant pumpkins. The little ones being carried around by their minions were little yellow bears holding honeypots, blue sad-faced donkeys, cute little puppies, and pumpkins.
Some had not gotten their lights on and eggs were thrown at their houses. Pumpkins were slashed and cut, then set on fire. Toilet paper was fluttering from the trees and skeletons were hung from doors in a macabre reminder of their revelries. Some of us had bought huge bags of candy, hoping to bribe the monsters to leave us alone and not throw things at our homes. They would come crowding onto our porches, pounding on the door until we opened it, yelling strange things at us. We would shovel the candy into their bags, hoping they would then go; praying that we would not run out before the witching hour, when they would finally be forced to leave.
Finally, the little monsters started dwindling down. It had been an exhausting evening. The numbers of vampires, werewolves, princesses in disguise, and spiderman caricatures were down to just a few, but these were the bigger ones. What was going to make them go in? They were throwing toilet paper over the tree tops and throwing eggs at cars. They were putting dog poop in paper bags, putting the bags on people's porches, and setting the bags on fire. What were they wanting? They rang the doorbell and ran. People were coming to the door and seeing the fire, stomping on the fire to put it out. UGHHHH, what a nasty mess. The bigger monsters would stand a couple houses away and laugh.
The city finally got around to sending out the police to run the meanest of the monsters in. They sent the other monsters home. Ahh, peace at last. Collapsing into their recliners, the people heave a big sigh and finally, get to relax. Tomorrow would start the clean-up, but for now, Halloween Trick or Treating was over. See you next year. Muahahahahaha.
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