Rusty brown leaves rustle on the ancient yew tree,footsteps are heard crunching on the grey white grave path.
The gothic wrought iron gates open with ear spitting creak ,we come upon a shapeless shadow sitting on a chair made of human skulls .
Beside this grime chair is a table on which a decapitated hand has been made into a candle holder, the candle sticks are the remains of fingers dipped in wax and a wicks placed on top.
Our host is ready to read tonight s Fiendish Tale, for your delight.
Host
"It's time for my ode to my favourite time of year a little ditty I call Thriller "
I heard the door Slam, I need to run but there's nowhere left to run.
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder and I wonder if I ever see the sun again.
I remember as a child when terrified I would close my eyes and hope it was a cruel trick of my imagination,
But I can still hear and feel a creature creeping up behind,
I am out of time.
Tonight I am going to be fighting for my life for I am trapped inside with a killer.
I see visions of classic horror villian s and night creatures call,
Dead walk the empty streets in their masquerade,
Like so b movie science fiction movie I not escaping the jaws of the alien ,
Is this how my life ends
Demons closing in on all sides trying to get you,
Possess your soul, why on my phone I cannot phone dial someone to come to my aide,
Now is the time I reflect back to a time me and you used to cuddle close together as we watched the late night terror s on the television screen,
I feel a chiller in my own thriller,
My popcorn spilling on the ground,
Ghosts spook me so I pretending your holding me tight.
Plutonium darkness falls through all the landscapes of planet earth,
The hour and second hands get ready to meet at midnight hour,
All the Horror creatures crawl in search for your blood,
For thier cannot wait to terrorize your neighbourhood,
For the souls of the children dressed in grotesque costumes,
Satan watching from hades with his hounds of hell awaiting for you to rot inside a corpse's shell for then you will be his forever to terrorize and terrorize in the abyss.
A sense of the foulest stench is in the atmosphere,
Grizzly ghouls and non skinned skeleton s dance around the graveyard tombstones,
I am closing on my doom and through like rocky I fight like a tiger to survive,
My body all over shivers my mortal soul cannot no longer resist,
If its all hallows eve the true evil of the thriller when two lovers walk under a full moon,
The boy turns to the girl who let's out an howling scream to break the still silent night,
As the boy transformation shows in her bright baby blue eyes,
My what big eyes you have,
My what white fang like teeth you have ,
My what long nose and ears,
Why you have no longer have arms and legs but four cannine limbs,
The last thing the girls conscious mind sees is a flesh of teeth and she is ripped to bits .
Halloween, pumpkin pie and lantern s light,
Children trick or treat ,
It all starts again the Quest for the thriller night that never ends.
Sleep tight,Hooe the bedbugs have a delicious feed tonight.
Our host closes his book,and smiles his best skull smile,
"Hope you liked my ditty ode if not I let you join my pet raven Edgar his trained to make you go mad you know "
The gates close,its the end of this fiendish tale, see you soon horror fans.
Maniacal laughing as the scene is left.
