Not much scares me on Halloween:
Not a Pumpkin King or a Vampire Queen
Not ghosts nor goblins nor four foot ghouls
Not clowns nor jesters nor mimes nor fools
No princesses nor knights. Not dragons nor elves
Not clever sods, come “dressed as themselves”
Not Freddies nor Jasons nor Micheal Myers
Not trick or treaters in home made attires.
Not cheeky teens come to egg your place
Not top dollar masks with a melted face
Not groups of grown men blocking the path
Not a devilish smile or a witch’s laugh
Not a large dog with a mean old bark
Not night time voices as you pass the park

But there is one thing that makes my hackles soar
A plain white rectangle posted through my door
And inside the words everyone fears:
“Final demand for Council Tax arrears”