Halloween Hunt
The moon was full that Halloween,
I strayed to sites I hadn't seen -
a castle, dungeon, disused jail,
a place they say that banshees wail...
I found the house beside a lake,
the note enough to make you quake:
'Beware: don't visit on this night -
the place is bad, you'd die of fright.'
Despite the orbs my photos show,
no figures floating all a-glow,
nor eerie sounds of creaky floors,
not even countless slamming doors,
if something there was watching me,
it wasn't something I could see.
The moon still shining, full and bright,
my hunt was fruitless on that night.
My search for spirits isn't done;
I'm lonely, I'm the only one...
written 27th September for Chantelle's Halloween Moon contest
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