User:Puckhead007

It had been a long day at school, of tests and the like, and I was eager to get home. It was a chilly, nasty fall day. The type where it feels like you should just crawl under the covers and play Flappy Bird all afternoon. Something unproductive like that. As I stepped inside, I stole a glance across the street. Sure enough, the resident showoffs were setting up their yard with Halloween overkill. I probably forgot to mention this, so let me give you a little local history. The family across the street was well known for their decorating skills, and every year had the best yard. It filled everyone with envy when we saw what they had done this year to make their yard the best. Holiday after holiday, they always were better than the cornstarch blood and jack o lanterns of the neighborhood. But this year, they were not the scariest. It came as a shock to everyone.

This year, the most exciting thing in our town was quite the peculiar case. For it was not murder, exploitation, or robbery that was the year's talk, but that of the body snatcher. So far, five graves had been robbed. One was the grave of some hooker who worked at the local club. I knew about her because the toughest kid in our grade had hired her, or so the twitter rumors say. Then, the next was of a morbidly obese man who was always waddling home from one of the town's restaurants before he had an ischemic stroke. Third was some rich banker who left his money to no one. Fourth was... you get the point. This killer was trying to kill to the seven sins. His trademark was a dead bird in the coffin.

Killer aside, I was still pretty miserable. The family across the street had chosen to do a graveyard theme this year( frowned upon for obvious reasons). Then there was Mr. Magnoltir. A retired taxidermist, he was a grump who took koy in hanging his dead bat above his porch and scaring all the toddlers. All in all, the mood was grim. But with Halloween two days away, the displeasure was replaced by giddiness.

Two nights later, I sat handing butterfingers and milky ways to smiling children, clad in ghost sheets and super hero suits, watching other children run the scary gauntlet across the street. Most of the time, the two daughters of the family would scare any who dared to come close. The brave ones were all sent back quivering when a hand snatched them from an ebony coffin by the porch. Later, once all the young ones were off the street, I donned my costume for the party at the house. Even though I was filled with jealousy, I was best friends with the son, the mysterious coffin specter. As I strode down the path, ready to be startled. But, the coffin did not quiver. I thought it odd. But I checked inside. And in that coffin, was a dead raven. Then I heard a voice behind me: "Sinner"...

Police Report: October 31, 1**6: The Snatcher

On the first anniversary of the double abduction and strike by the Snatcher, the mood was dreary. Nobody was bothering to decorate, except for Mr. Magnoltir of ** ******** road. He was engaging in the process of decorating for Halloween, completely out of the ordinary. While appalled, the neighboring citizens were not expecting what follows. The first kid to go for candy sprinted away sobbing. We reported to the scene. Hanging from the house were seven bodies. Each one had a cardinal sin scratched into it. The two missing teenagers from last year had pride cut into the son of local decorator, ********, and envy cut into his best friend, **********. It is presumed that Mr. Magnoltir is presumed to be the killer and robber, but is currently missing and on a nationwide wanted list. If you see him...

The rest is ripped off, with Anger scrawled on the front