We the kids miss you Sandy,
you would give us food and candy.
So open the door,
and spill our blood all over the floor.
We would play hide and seek,
but you would always peek.
You would kill a cute bunny,
but we did not think it was funny.
Your not one of our best friend,
but you will put us at our end.
Each and every 3 year,
Our parents starts to feel fear.
As the place turns black,
we all know he is back.
He slowly rings the bell,
as...