Halloween and most people are out, a perfect time for larceny to be about. With evil harts they take to travel and begin collecting their Halloween lute. Little goblins march up and down each street making a bee-line to porches lit-well. While others draw to doors laid dark. A corner house three stories tall, it needs a coat of paint but did you see the price tag of the car in the driveway?
We’ll start here no lights in the house. Easy pick’ns, he tries the door, then checks his bag for he is well trained in this task. He selects a #2 from his pouch. Thomas his partner nods. The lock is picked, entry is made. The two each choose a path.
Dressed in black they blend away for now they have bags to pack. All Fools-eve he thinks to himself, with true treats to find. With more than half the homes empty there’s a kill’n to be made. Some silver here and a pewter vase, not bad for a mad dash but as they meet back to the starting point a small room under the stairs they spy. The door is opened eagerly they both willingly comply. A Duracell reveals cold hard cash, with a closer look they find treasury bonds “Holy Hell” Thomas shouts, but before they can fill their bags mist filters forth and a hunger is revealed there is no time for remorse and with a scream their Halloween mischief is no more.
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