In The Spirit of Halloween....

Today one of my friends said she wanted something to distract her from life and I being the kind friend that I am promptly made up this short tale on the spot.
This is via Google Talk hence the time stamps and lack of grammar.
Enjoy.
~Yours~

once upon a time, there was a wicked old man

but no one knew he was wicked.

8:48 PM he gave cookies to all the children and stopped to pet the dogs and tell everyone how cute their children were

he loved to hold the babies and go to church every Sunday.

Everyone thought he was a devout nice old man.

But George (the old man) only went to church to spy on the children.

8:49 PM He would pick out the ones that didn't sit still during the sermon

then after the service he would give them all lollipops.

Unfortunately for the little children the lollipops were poisoned

8:50 PM They would make the children sick.

When their mothers called the doctor to come the old man would follow them to the houses and one by on he would uggest to their mothers that they tell their children that God was frowning upon them for not itting still in church

8:51 PM *sittin

*suggest

the doctors couldn't figure out what was making the children sick.

the bad thing was, the sickness would spread to all the kids from the naughty ones right down to the good little children

one by one they all died.

8:52 PM then when all the children were the dogs were sad cuz they had no one to play with

so they would go to the old man's house cuz he had been nice to them

he would give them treats...

BUT

they had poison.

and so all the animals died.

8:53 PM the old man pretended to be heart broken

he would attend all the funerals

and cry tears

for hours

but

he would only be sad that there no more little children to kill

he would move from town to town killing children and animals

8:54 PM this went on for years

until one father figured out what was going on by following the old man and watching him carefully

he would see the little evil smile on his face as he fed the children candy

8:55 PM when the old man stroked his white beard and stuck his papery white hands in his tweed pockets to give the children candy the man began to suspect....

and so one day he went to the old man's house while the old man was at church

he found a secret trap door leading under the house

8:56 PM he went down the rickety stairs and into the dank cellar

when his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room he saw

bottles

of

poison

and

lollipops soaking up the cherry flavored poison

8:57 PM the man tried to tell the people who the old man really was but the old man

invited everyone to his house and gave a tour showing that there was nothing to be afraid of

he even took them downstairs

he had buried the poison in the yard

8:58 PM contaminating the water supply

this time he died along with the townsfolk from drinking the bad water.

the man died too

but every winter the ghost of the old man returns to haunt children and preachers

threatening them with lollipops

the end

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And of course I had to follow that up with;
"Isn't that a horrible story?"

She agreed with me and I was properly gratified.
The strange thing is that I am in such a wonderful mood; I suppose, good moods make me spin twisted tales of creepishness.
I was born on Halloween so I'll just chalk it up to that.

G'night!