Haunted House
They cling to both my legs in terror
My little ones who just wanted a thrill
Approached with laughing anticipation
The haunted house just filled the bill......
First was the bowl of white eyeballs
That floated in what seemed to be blood
A hand reached out from the middle
The shrieks of horror came in a flood
Then a skeleton who slept in a coffin
Sat up and shrieked with all its might
His hand reached for the nearest child
They screamed in wonderful fright
Evil black bats kept flying above us
And their fangs were a sight to behold
A bite on the neck was anticipated
Bloody shreiks their enjoyment told
I could hardly walk their hold so tight
Ages six to nine and two in-between
After a cup of hot cocoa they confided
They'd never had a better Halloween....
A true story for the Halloween contest..
Barbara Gorelick
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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