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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From my window, darkness was quickly descending. Costumed creatures were walking about, pretending to be goblins and ghosts, expecting me to be scared and totally freaked out, for which I was not prepared. I'd been warned about evil spirts on Halloween night, and vampires rising from coffins to give my neck a bite, but no one had cautioned me, "Beware the living dead!" I laughed it off and scoffed at a zombie's decayed head. Around me creepy crawlers slithered. I felt an eerie chill. but I was trick-or-treating for candy; my bag I'd yet to fill. Across the blood red moon, flew witches in pointed hats. Their dark silhouettes joined by a flock of shrieking bats! I saw a man dressed as a baby, but he looked like a brute. He growled at me, so I ran as he chased me in hot pursuit. I thought I'd be attacked when suddenly there appeared skeletons whose clicking bones pointed at me and jeered. With worry I started thinking, Could these things be real? Something nibbled on my hair. How horrid it made me feel! I went to a house with a porch light, hoping for Tootsie Rolls, but screamed when in the open door stood sneering Trolls. I tried to convince myself that this was just some silly hoax, by friends trying to make me cower with their wicked jokes. With a bit of bravado, I rang another doorbell, undaunted, but fled again when I saw signs that the house was haunted. How I wished for the power to fly away on a witch's broom and escape the macabre apparitions on this night of gloom. Now filled with trepidation and dread, I darn near fainted wondering if the sweet treats I'd collected were all tainted. Somehow, I managed to make it home but could not sleep. Snarls from under my bed gave me goosebumps, skin-deep. October 22, 2022 ~ Halloween Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet
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