All Halloween Eve and the night the ghosts come out and play the dead rise from their graves and then to the witches ride their broomsticks. Now they are out and about,boo and scream. A cat rides on the back of a witch's broom, as children begin to trick or treat, all except one lone scarecrow who stands alone every year to scare those away from then the pumpkin patch he was made to guard over. The scarecrow makes scary faces but cannot talk he wishes every year he could walk,But unless then a miracle happens he is stuck on the stick . But then the scarecrow finally gets his wish, a too shooting star passing by overhead and the scarecrow makes one last attempted wish. Suddenly the scarecrow moves and he jumps for joy but he is so filled with mad and hatred for being left out in the field the scarecrow reaches for the nearest pitchfork and in his rage he unleashes it on everyone that gets in his way. end Happy Halloween
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
