H is for Halloween

Haunting, hollowing hoodlums scream as they swing hanging high on the Hackberry branch. Their humorless expression hidden, hooded by holey sacks. Hark, the young and old when you hear hilariously hideous hoopla as habitants imitate horrible horrors. As they honk, howl, and hiss with hunched backs, homemade haggard noses, and hallucinatory appearances. They hold tight their gained riches to add to their hoards as they hobble weakly home. I hunker deep in my house as all occurs in fright. This is why I hide away on Halloween.