Alone Upon This Halloween Scene(A Fictional Tale)

Stepping out into the Autumn night of Halloween It is the Witches and the Warlocks turn to dance Their air of mystery and mystic is all around The zombies or the Undead cannot speak but,their presence seems to be abound Ghouls of the Men Vampires within the Ladie's evil grin It is out here on this Night When old wives tale frighten us with delight My footsteps carry me beyond the hill A cemetery there which omits a deathly thrill We(meaning a friendly spirit beside me)know the Cackle Inside many tomb,ready to come out like a babe from its mother's womb The moon is full and the Old Man paints his smile Trick or treaters are out,,having fun for a little while Tonight all Halo as strange yellow mist creeps from behind a boulder narrow Dancing amidst the moaning dead,darkened shadows surround this timid Head I feel like Ichabod Crane,strolling,with terror,upon the Midnight Domain Ghosties Goblins Maybe the old Headless Horseman Perhaps,the wretched creature of a certain Frankenstein Many of these apparitions could be just a figment or Reality having a smile The Corridor of the dark as I wander through a deserted Schoolyard park An evil happened there,just a few moons not long ago Halloween Night..1980 when I was ten A grade schooler was being hazed upon He was locked in a decrepit old trunk,tucked,not so sweetly away,in the attic of this old place..his peers left him for the night They came back the next morning before the session began after lifting a set of keys from the sleeping janitor,they went up to the attic to see The trunk was open,HOW COULD HE HAVE GOTTEN OUT?? tip-toeing near the open trunk and peering down with trepidation.. only to find,a bloody handwritten note,written with EXTREME AGITATION It said:YOU LOCKED ME AWAY BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO PLAY BUT..I WILL COME BACK UPON THIS LAND AND MY VENGENCE WILL HAVE HIS FINAL SAY!! The school was beset by this horrible deed,and it was closed forevermore because the children confessed and the Pain would never recede some say..the spirit of the little lad still haunts the old school Laughter could be heard if many,who dare,decide to explore it and play it cool Pardon me,my weary Halloween reader..it is TIME for me to head back before I become no more,by an ominous Night Creeper(or the Ghost of The Attic Child!!)