Werewolves do howl
For in the darkness they creep alone
The zombies like to prowl
Scratching and biting they grunt and moan

They hunted from moonlit graves
They pounced from dark nooks
As long as no one misbehaves
The ghosts float along avoiding the looks

The candy they seek
The bags they have filled
Stuffed to the cheeks
Once again, a night been fulfilled

(Hour 18/Narrative)