It was the night of Halloween,
A night loved by most,
A night to get candy, hang with friends,
And perhaps see a ghost.

The moon was out
And the wind sent out a chill.
Two girls were walking by,
One with a mind that could kill.

"Worst Halloween ever," Amanda said,
Holding her jester dressed fella doll.
"Why do you say that?" Jesse asked,
The weight of her candy ready to make her fall.

"It's cold, I'm tired, And this is boring.
No one is out and there's no one around.
The night is starting to creep me out-."
Amanda paused. "Hey, what's that sound?"

Jesse looked back and then grinned.
"Maybe it's the ghost of Anna Croat.
They say she comes out on Halloween,
And shoves scissors down your throat."

Amanda clutched her fella tighter.
"Stop trying to scare me,
You know I freak out easily."

The breeze only grew stronger,
The sharp wind ripped through their hair.
Amanda grabbed her arms as she shivered,
Whispers in the wind giving her a bit of a scare.

"Let's just go home," Jesse said at last,
"I think it's about to rain."
Amanda got up in agreement,
Then let out a loud scream of pain.

Jesse looked back at her friend,
And let out a shriek.
Scissors were down so far in her throat,
That she couldn't speak.

She looked at her hand
And found them on the blade.
She then knew that she was at fault
For the mess that she had made.

Why had she killed her friend?
Watching her scream, cry, and choke,
Jesse pulled the scissors out.
It was supposed to be a joke!

She slowly stepped away,
Dropping her bags on the ground.
She knew what she had to do.
Make sure her friend was never found.

People do the strangest things,
Even if they're not noticed or seen.
But they only grow more twisted
On nights like Halloween.