The Ritual

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Ghouls in the night,
Witches in the evening,
Mummies in the morning,
The countdown begins.
Until they can’t stand it.
Wanting one delicacy can transform anyone.

They walk the streets,
They change the houses,
They feed your soul,
The feeling of a haunted house,
Of a scary hayride,
Of a creepy hay maze at night.
It could scare anyone,

And the survivors of this night,
Ay lucky, and scarce,
They go on,
To live their lives,
Exactly as before,





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