Henry lives in Spring Valley.
It's a small town.
Nothing exciting happens here.
Everybody knows that.
However,  one day a year.
Gaudy, gruesome costumes.
Fake terror, occasional scream. 
Ghouls, goblins, ugly pumpkins.
Spring Valley is big on Halloween.

Henry is a loner by nature.
His best friend is his dog.
A rottweiler named Pete.
The word is he's a little slow.
He doesn't dispute that.
Slow upstairs maybe, but quick on his feet.

Two years ago he hatched a plan.
Once a year, perpetrate a hideous crime.
Find some helpless soul.
Beat and rob them blind.
In his mind, a perfect devilish scheme.
The ultimate celebration.
Henry just loves Halloween.

It started with Mrs Barnes.
The old widow by the Library. 
She was home alone.
Walked right in and whipped her silly.
Laughed as she looked up at him in terror.
Go ahead, scream.
You shriveled old fart!
It's Halloween.

Last year it was Annie.
The pregnant wife of a cop
Nice woman, thought he was a trick or treater.
Let him in with a smile.
Cried and begged as he robbed and raped her.
Go ahead, scream.
You stupid cow!
It's Halloween.

This year it's that miser Samuel.
Lives alone, big house, top of the hill.
Filthy rich, older than Methuselah, hard as nails.
Time for him to pay the bill.
Nobody answered the knock on the door.
Took a few steps inside.
Fell like a brick through a hole in the floor.

Looked up as a light came on.
Well, well, if it ain't my neighbour Henry.
It was old Sam, huge grin on his face.
Son, say hello to Willy.
Turned and promptly crapped in his pants.
Willy is a rat the size of his rottweiler.
Go ahead, scream.
You little fucker!
It's Hall O ween


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