Prank Night: David Robbins

Beneath the sky pitch-black and moon full bright...

Lurks terror twice as dark as night; Newly risen form the grave...

Hot fresh blood it does crave; Grisly death it brings the brave...

The cowardly will rant and rave; Hallowe'en is a time for fright...

But madness stalks the gloom of PRANK NIGHT...

Something stalks the streets of a small town on Hallowe'en - and it's not trick our treating...