Oh boy. This was my first exchange, and I'm feeling my beginner's luck rolling in. This gift was awesome! First thing upon opening the box was this two paged poem on hand-singed paper. Damn gurl: (Due to my name being in the rhyming, I swapped it for an appropriate substitute.)

"The Curse of Hall-Hall: Part 1

Here lies the remains of the asshole C. Finnell, Who on Halloween night, found his way straight to hell. While walking back home to the strange hall, "Hall-Hall", Karma caught up, and he took quite a fall.

At his funeral everyone tried to be polite, Most of his friends lied and said he lived good and right. Because even in death, they were a little afraid, Would this prick curse them from beyond the grave?

Without another word, they closed the casket secure, And put an extra nail, just to be sure. They dug a deep hole in the worms and the mud And threw in his fat ass, which made quite a thud.

After his death, strange things begun, Hall-Hall was becoming far from fun. He haunted their computers, and posted pictures of cats He went through their history and posted personal chats.

Every YouTube video became a Rick Roll, He disabled all keyboards and inverted mouse scroll. He made everyone's default home page meatspin, He installed BonziBuddy, the deadliest sin!

In every game ever, every N.P.C, Could only say "I got arrow'd in the knee!" He even deleted everyone's top post, Nobody messes with C. Finnell's ghost!

Everyone cursed under their breath, "An asshole in life, still an asshole in death! Help Raptor Jesus! What should we do!? If I see one more spin, I'll go coo-coo!"

His Holiness said, "For those who are brave, You must go to that moor, and dig up his grave. To stop the haunting of 2012, You must open it up, and see for yourselves...."

End poem. Could not stop laughing. In the box was some 'dirt' (still not sure what it is, though I ate some), and in that was come candy, gummy worms, and a taped up coffin. Inside the coffin was part 2, which read:

"Oh my, oh my, what have you done!? You let out his ghost, you better go run! I can't believe you listened to that trolling raptor, This will probably end in disaster!

When he was sealed his powers were weak, But now at full force his powers will peak! He can now manifest in a physical form, To terrorize everyone in his dorm!

Now any who meet him on All Hallow's Eve Will be cursed by a plague of paratropees! Big ugly spiders will jump through the air, And some will get tangles into your hair!

They say he comes back every Halloween night, To haunt all his friends, and give them a fright. An in the dead of the night if you listen real close You can hear the eerie trololo of C. Finnell's ghost.

Happy Halloween!"

End part 2. Tears in my eyes at this. Sure enough, mini-paratroopers and sticky spiders were in the coffin. Thanks for the lols, MechMoe!