HAUNTED WOODS

Walking through the woods one night I came across a gruesome scene. A sight that made me flee in fright. I had forgotten Halloween. A ghost appeared in flowing shroud, Then Dracula demanding blood. A zombie army moaning loud, Shreds of clothing caked in mud. A werewolf stood in front of me, His howling echoed far and wide. I was encircled, no way free. Surrounded, I was terrified. And then I reckoned I’d been caught. It’s only trick or treat I thought. But I was wrong, it all was true. And now I am a zombie too.