Sleep Demon:

At dusk he stands there.

Tall and gruesome, a nightmare... 

Eyeing a caged bird.

Candy:

Hungry vulchers laugh!

Change once, use a robust mask.

Sweets have knives to kill.

Witch:

Fallen leaves potion.

Poison, the cure is moonlight.

Our day, so behave.

Ghost:

It's comedy, hah,

how only this time of year

they're happy and foul... 

Black Cat:

Skin him alive, he's

bad luck with yellow eyes, hell.

Touch him, I'll kill you.