нАПИШИТЕ ПОЖАЛУЙСТА КАКУЮ НИБУДЬ СТРАШНУЮ ИСТОРИЮ НА хЭЛОУИН! желательно на английском

Вот! Правда, собственного сочинения.
Once I was going home late in the evening. It was autumn. My mood had been really spoiled at the moment, and those unpleasant raindrops were falling on me… it was going to rain and I felt cool. On the way I was thinking of some problems that had happened to me; sweet, sweet dreams of my close coming home and a cup of hot tea were graduately replacing these irritating thoughts. There was nobody in the street…no passers-by, even no dogs were seen. And one moment I noticed that something was producing some odd sounds…I couldn’t determine exactly what kind of sounds these were, and where they were coming from ‘case it really seemed to me that all the time they were coming from the different places. But the only thing that I realized that moment was a great fear! And my awful predictions were changing one by one very quickly… But the very character of the sounds was also changing each moment… And once the very awful creature appeared before me…It really looked rather funny than awful! It rather looked like some “fusion” of spook and rabbit with very funny red eyes that had been painted with my lipstick…My dear little nephew was smiling to me with his innocent smile…he had known the time I’d be going home and had been waiting for me there to frighten me… But how could I forget that it was the 30-th of October?...

P.S. But the rain didn’t start…

How I've waited for you to come, I've been here all alone. And now that you've arrived, please stay awhile and i promise i wont keep you long: I'll keep you forever!!
Graze the skin with my finger tips the brush of dead cold flesh appease the means, provoking images delicate features so smooth a pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon...

Розовые пряники

"We are gathered here tonight, to lay to rest Abigail la Fey, whom we now know was first born dead on the seventh day of July, 1777. Abigail must be nailed to her coffin with seven silver spikes, one through each arm, hand, and knee, and let the last of the seven be drawn through her mouth so that she may never arise and cause evil again.
Who will be the first?"
"I, O'Brian of the Black Horsemen...."