Neighbors stay clear of the Wilder's because it is said they are constant patients of insane asylums.
The month of October is a favorite around here, until they moved in and claimed that time.
We became hostages to maniacs roaming the night ,howling like wolves.
The night rolls by and I hear someone at the front door.
Knock .Knock. Knock...silence for a few minutes.
Two older teens covered in red paint peer in the front window. Their black eyes hunt for something. “We just want to say Happy Halloween!” They scream.
After they leave, we look on the porch .
Bloody organs lay everywhere.
Neighbors houses covered in blood.
Organs lay on front yards. The Wilder’s run through the grass .
Everyday in October they deliver worse gifts.
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