Halloween Fun
The ghosts are on the landing,
The ghosts are in the back hall,
The ghosts are in my brain waves,
The ghosts give me a call.
My hair stands on end,
Chills go down my back.
Goosebumps on my arms.
Hat falls off a rack.
The ghosts whisper words.
I am too scared to hear them.
See that outside door?
I just ran out of the kitchen.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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