November the first and he had been left behind.
All witches, ghouls and ghost had returned home.
Gone, every imp and devil, he alone the only remaining of his kind.
Here amid the humans, what was he to do on his own?
He roamed the streets, haunted the parks, prowled the shopping centres.
He hung around the schools looking for like souls to play with.
He messed up children’s rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t enter.
He was so lonely and bored nothing on this earth, any joy could give him.
After a while when the demons roll was called, finally he was missed.
All hell was let loose, where was the boy, the haunted soul.
Who would comfort him, could a human sooth him like a vampire kiss. Satan doubted this.
Would angels find him and steal his evil and make him something whole. That…
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