Save a Halloween Hanging

Yoh, all you witches and warlocks, so you think you are wizards with the words.....HUH?
How about you casting a few spell(ing)s on this little lot .....and perhaps save a hanging!

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On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree by the cemetery fence.

One day two boys filled up a bucket with pecans and sat down by the tree, out of sight,and began dividing the nuts. "One for you, and one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy.

Several were dropped and rolled down toward the fence. Another boy came riding along the roadon his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery.

He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."

He just knew what it was. "Oh my," he shuddered, "It's Satan and the Lord dividing the souls at the cemetery."

He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.

"Come here quick," said the boy, "You won't believe what I just heard.

Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up souls."

The man said. "Beat it, kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk?"

When the boy insisted, the man hobbled to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard,

"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me. "

The old man whispered, "Boy, you, you've been tellin' the truth! Let's see the devil himself."

Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything.

The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter

as they tried to get a glimpse of Satan. At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. And one last one for you.

That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence, and we'll be done."

They say the old guy made it back to town 5 minutes before the boy.

One Halloween this woman opens her door to find the most adorable little girl, with golden blond curly hair and the biggest blue eyes.

She was dressed as an Angel, and was just delightful.

The woman said, "what are you supposed to say sweetheart?"

The little girl looks up at the woman and says "Twick or Tweat!"

The woman thinks this is just adorable, and she calls her husband to come to the door.

The woman say to the child, "Go ahead honey say it just one more time."

Once again the little Angel looks up and says, "Twick or Tweat!"

The husband agrees with his wife, this little Angel is just the cutest thing.

The woman picks an apple from the Treat Bowl, shines it up with her apron, and drops it into the little girl's Treat Bag.

The little Angel looks in her bag then looks up at the woman and says,

"Thanks a lot lady, you just broke my f*****g cookies!"

It's the tale of the Supernatural
That's the tale I wish to tell
Where Ghouls most foul and Ghosties
Came marching right out of hell.
Fiendish Apparitions
That did stun and shock the mind,
Did freeze the blood within the vein
These forebears of mankind.

What was it that had disturbed them?
Why should they come forth this way?
Bringing with them from that place
The debt they must repay.
Was it the Horn of Gabriel
That had summoned those long dead?
Was this the Day of Judgement
Which all Ghosts and Ghoulies dread?

Nay, 'tis but a legend that repeats itself
Each millennium, or there about,
When Ghosts and Ghoulies here the call
And all HELL is emptied out!
Beware of the Supernatural
And the tales that are often told,
For when the Horn of Gabriel does sound
It will summon both young and old.