Dear Diary,

It’s that time of year again.

I look as all the poor fools walk around in the night. Dressed as demons and other evil figments of the imagination.

Or is it imagination?

They decorate their houses with such evil things, smiling and taking delight in it. The wise take no part. They know the consequence.

Its amusing how these fools beleive all this evil is good because of the candy and fun they’re having. That’s the plainest lure the devil has to offer. Yet, it works everytime.

So with all their evil decorations up; and their stomach’s full of candy. I watch as one by one they all head go home. I smile for it is time to claim my own.

I boldly walk the streets in search of houses that have my markings on them.

My demons.
My shadows.
My darkness.

I visit each and everyone of those houses and claim my own. Thousands of souls; all across the world are now mine. Fore this halloween, I am claiming all my deranged followers.

Best halloween ever? I think so.

Oh so sincerely,

satan