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October 31st

It's not a night to be calm and cool,  not a silly child's game you played at school. The forces of evil will fill you with fright, will your children make it home tonight? Death lingers through the air people say to have no fear, when the sun goes down you'll hear whispers in your ear. Yes, it will chill you to your very core, feelings of fright you very well can't ignore. The blood will start pumping your heart will beat hard, the sweat rolls down your face there's something in your yard. You try to run but you can not hide, the wind picks up trees are rocking outside. You close the curtains and lock the doors, but evil still finds you death, is what you're in for. Filled with fright, you truly are as a sharp knife slices at you, you scream out, you can't be heard falling to the floor, your time was due. Copyright Cynthia Jones Oct.31/2017 Where did this one come from? Happy Halloween everyone!!!

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