It was a DARK and STORMY night of ALL HALLOWS EVE, Where the spooks roam the night, and have you quivering in your knees, Such Cold chill in the air, Is a creatures delight, To run up on you and ****** you, is your biggest fright. They do it with force and they do it with ease, To seek what they want and to chase who they please. As you Shriek in fear, The creature is near, You try to run and hide, TOO LATE, COS, IT'S HERE!!!! Your Teeth start to chattering, and your knees are shaking hearing WHISPERS in the DARK and you are suddenly awakened You look around, for the frighted sounds, But there's no one around, SO YOU START TO WIND DOWN. THIS HALLOWS NIGHT HAS GONE TO YOUR HEAD, BUT YOU'RE SAFE IN YOUR HOUSE, SO YOU GO RIGHT TO BED. The COLD and the STILLNESS of a STORMY NIGHT Brings chills down your spine and gives you such a FRIGHT, of a fate of your PLIGHT. The WHISPERS in the DARK of MYSTERIES ARE UNSEEN, The hunt is on