A Goole a Goblin from History's past come wanting not knowing of why they come. Ti's the time of fear, the time indeed we are drenched in fear Witching hour grows near. Blessed is he who sees no evil a bullish pride who raises the steeple. Let it be known for all who care Halloween chills the spine of the Villagers there. Trick or Treaters come hand in hand a chill for a treat a thrill for the Band. BOOHOO OOH BOOHOO, HA! HA! HA! SHH SHH OOH OOH
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