It is a night of evil

Where your fears come out to play

To haunt and make mischief of

Those who live during day.

This is just a rumor

Believe what you believe

But spirits can take over

The night of All Hallows Eve.

Our story begins in Orlando

Five Friends hanging out

Laughing at the time to come

And reassuring all their doubts.

Patrick was sophisticated

And didnt like the thought

Of begging for some munchies

That others have made and bought.

Josh, or J, was shaky

Of eating homemade goods.

He wouldnt do the deed

This is where his thoughts stood.

Michael was still a child

Everythings fun and games

Hed do it all, everything

Even if Mike was not his name.

Ben was very quiet

His thoughts were all in his head

Scary stuff amused him

Even the living dead.

Marc thought it was wicked

And thats "wicked cool"

He laughed and joked as he drew

A crude picture of a ghoul.

Now, it took some time to convince

Patty-cakes and J

They were tortured by the bugging

And gave in, in dismay.

The boys were very secretive

As they planned the up-coming night

All that slipped on the grape vine

Was definite fun and fright.

Patrick said, "I have an idea;

Lets say one thing we like.

Well, mines gotta be candy,"

And he added, "The kind I buy."

Mike laughed clownishly

Because he loved the games

"The small kids faces filled with joy

is enough for me!" Ben exclaimed.

"The freaky creatures and unexplained things

is my favorite part," Marc spat.

"Well, I hate all of it," J declared,

"and thats that."

They kept their costumes under wraps

Even from the other guys

They would be unveiled on Halloween

But til then it was a surprise.

It was the day theyd been waiting for

364 days in advance

The chilling tales of spooks

And of witches, spells and chants.

They waited for many hours

Until it was 8 oclock

Then the boys got ready

And their costumes were unlocked.

Patrick was a pale-white spook

Another name for ghost

He was a restless spirit

And on his costume he had to boast.

"Its very simple, yes indeed,

I borrowed Michaels pants

You know the ones he wore to

His Junior Formal Dance."

His hair was of platinum gold

His skin was powered pale

A matching suit of white

Was his tux, tie and tail.

J was a zombie

A member of the living dead

Remember Michael Jacksons "Thriller"?

Nothing more can be said.

"Well, thats nothing

Just look at me

A ghost is kiddy stuff

compared to a living zombie."

Js skin was gray and flaky

And his clothes were badly torn

His arm was limp and bony

He was covered in dirt, blood, and gore.

Michael was a rough werewolf

Not just a mangy dog

The type that forms during full moons

When its not blanketed in fog.

"Since I was a little boy

Ive been thinking long and hard

That Id be a werewolf

Im perfect for the part."

Michaels hair was in a mess

His fingernails were claws

He had a black fur coat

And rabid dog-like jaws.

Ben was not a living dead,

But a dead born again

He was Frankenstein

A creature feared by man.

" In this crazy get-up

Any girl could be mine

And if I find that special someone

She could be the Bride of Frankenstein."

His bolts were seen about his stitches

And his patched skin was covered by a shirt

Ben had on faded jeans, a football jacket,

And large black boots stomped the dirt.

Marc was not your average vampire,

But one with attitude

With his bloody bite and steaming looks

This was one deadly dude.

" Im a man and a bat

A creature of the night

The women all fall for me

Wanna have a bite?"

His teeth were molded into points

His suit was black and dark

A pair of leather pants, a tank, a jacket,

And wore a chain about his bite mark.

They were a pack,

A fleet of terrors of the eve

The guys grabbed their sacks and bags

Before they began to leave.

But they stopped in their tracks

For it began to pour

They thought their holiday was canceled

The one that they adored.

But peering out, Ben noticed

And tapped the head of Mike

J and Pat and Marc were also diverted

To look beneath the street light.

There a hydrant had been opened

A crazy prank had been played

So their hopes had reappeared

The ones that had gone away.

So they began their quest

For the true fun of Halloween

They traveled Trick-or-Treating

As a group that was unseen.

When they approached a house,

The children all scattered

They heard the doors lock

What was the matter?

So they ventured on

And the children froze with fright

For they had seen a ghost, zombie, wolf, vampire, and Frank

Such an awful sight.

The next house was much the same,

And all the rest were like the first

Something was truly wrong

Making this Halloween the worst.

At last, they got a different response

But it was just as bad

The candy-giver threw rocks

And that made the guys sad.

And so their bad luck reigned

And it wouldnt go away

They feared something had gone wrong

On the previous day.

"I spilled some salt,

But disposed it over my shoulder,

And I remember," Pat remarked,

"finding a four-leaf clover."

"Marc and I broke a mirror,"

Mike remembered very clear,

"but we picked up enough pins

to have good luck for those unlucky 7 years."

"After waking up

On the wrong side of the bed,

I went and bought a horseshoe,"

Ben plainly said.

"Well, Im the causer of the wrong

Because I walked under 13 ladders.

I guess that," J sniffled,

" makes you guys even madder."

" Im gonna find some answers,"

Marc demanded and walked up to a home

He knocked and a woman appeared

Then she noticed that he was not alone.

Marc stuck his foot in the door

So she could not close the meeting

Finally she said rudely,

" Arent you a little old to be Trick-or-Treating?"

It had never occurred to them

That the boys were to old

They saw nothing wrong

Until they had been told.

"Well that just stinks,

Even though I hate Halloween,"

J whimpered in regret.

"That woman was pretty mean."

What happened next

Could not be controlled

Evil had conquered good

As their fiendish plan had unfold.

"We didnt get treats

So now its time for tricks,"

Patrick grinned powerfully.

"Now its time to take your pick."

They discussed it quietly,

And when the talk was done,

The boys gave whoops of joy

As Marc added," Yeah this will be fun."

The friends went their own ways

As the clock struck ten

They grabbed the things needed

And went into the night again.

Michael ran to the street

And watched for a car

His was the perfect trick

Especially in the dark.

One came closer

So a heavy rock was thrown

The car stopped, the driver could not see,

And Michael laid down on the road.

He was covered in a red goo

That looked like blood, no lie

When the driver got out to check

It looked like Michael had died.

The man looked away

And Michael disappeared

When the man checked back again,

He found that no one was near.

Js prank was a bit saner,

But it still was really rude

The classic could only be done

With the player in the right mood.

He ran up to a strangers house

Then he pressed the bell

J ran behind the bushes

So no one could tell.

The door opened quickly

And J heard a grunt

No one could be found

This was one dumb stunt.

This went on all night

With the knocking and the pressing

Until he got tired

And was on the verge of confessing.

Ben hated playing such awful tricks

But did it anyway

Instead of egging houses

They were painted red that day.

He bought tomatoes by the dozens

And carried them in sacks

But all the trick-or-treaters

Thought it was candy to the max.

Ben tossed the rotten vegetables

That squashed with just a touch

They landed on a single house

It was a little much.

So with his other bags full

He traveled down the street

Throwing, tossing, and he thrusted

Every house was covered that he did meet.

Marc didnt want to do it

But Patrick had put the pressure on

By the time he had bought enough,

The toilet paper was all gone.

He hurdled the cotton tissue and rolls

Up into the leafy trees

This made Marc feel really bad

But did this stop him? Please.

Bushes, shrubs, and trees were tortured

And neighbors yards were raided

Because there was so much paper

Quick drizzles of rain caked int.

By the time Marc had finished

Every yard was decorated in white

Some might have thought it was Christmas

Had they not know it was Halloween night.

If anyone was crazy,

Patrick was the worst

He did the unthinkable

More insane than the firs.

Patrick strolled down the road

His eyes always on his next victim

After the deed was done

Patrick thought, "Why did I pick him?"

He took the candy from the bag

And stuffed it in his pockets

While the boy was crying out

Patrick took off like a rocket.

Yes, this prank was easy,

As easy as taking candy from a baby

Patrick had to do it several times

Had he gone crazy?

The guys met up at midnight

Safe in Michaels home

They heard the others experience

And told of their own.

J decided it was not enough

But what else could they do?

It took them about an hour

They had it at 1:02.

"Lets crash a party!" Michael screamed.

"Or at least go uninvited,"

Ben chimed in after Michael.

And so the boys fighted.

"Lets go to this one!" Pat began,

But Marc cut him short,

"Its gotta be a big, bad bash!"

And Patrick let out a snort.

J disagreed with the others

The whole idea was wrong

But wasnt that the case

What theyd been doing all night long?

So they attacked the closest dance

Which was on their own block

At the party, what could be seen

Was an alien, unknown flock.

Michael leaped on the snacks

And ate all the cake

The drinks were disposed of

And he ate all he could take.

The rest hit the dance floor

Like a choreographered calvacade

They got down and boogied

As the partiers stood afraid.

What happened next

Was not foreseen

They got on stage

Bledsoe, Johnson, Terenzi, Horn, and King.

Michaels drums were rolling thunder

And Marcs guitar was a lightning crack

A chilling wind from Js keyboards

And Bens bass was the rains attack.

Patrick could not be forgotten

For he was the unseen cloud

They played their music hard

And they played it loud.

And let me tell you

The audience was scared to death

But soon, after listening,

They all lost their breath.

The boys went home at four

And pigged out on their treasure

The sinful chocolates were so bad

But gave so much pleasure.

Now, what Im about to tell you,

Please, dont be alarmed

Because in the making of this poem

No persons were emotionally harmed.

The candies kissed the boys gently

And smeared their sugared gloss

When you think about it

The candy is the boss.

The boys drifted into slumber

Their bellies full of cavities

They dreamt of what had happened

And all the nights activities.

An alarm woke them up

But not your average ring

A cops car shouted to the air,

"Justice I must bring!"

Michael rushed to the windows aid

To peep and see the news

He whispered softly to himself,

"Oh such minds we are gonna lose."

It drove on past

And Mike sighed in relief

Another siren sounded

But Mike thought they were free.

Instead of speeding forward,

It turned into the drive

Mike turned with eyes wide open

To the four other lives.

The steady walk

The loud sharp rap

Told the boys they were done

Caught in their own trap.

Ben was almost to tears

And Js heart stopped its pace

Marcs blood ran cold

Patrick had a ghost-like face.

"Youre under arrest

By penalty of the law.

We got witnesses-

They all saw."

Ben poured, "but officer,

We didnt do a thing."

Marc added shyly,

"Give us a break; its Halloween."

The guys said sorry

For the damage done

They were truly sorry

It was all in good fun.

So what do you think

of your unworthy tale?

Your imagination runs wild,

And let your spirit sail.

Not all rumors

Have to be untrue

Be careful what you wish for

Be careful what you do.