SCARY STORY

SCARY STORY I heard a loud knock on the door last night A cloudless sky with a moon shining bright It was quite late, and about the time for bed Through the door’s glass panel I saw a head A dark and blurry silhouette, as if peering in And I felt a wave of coldness across my skin Despite the warm fleece that I had donned I was uncertain whether to actually respond This was not any encounter I relished at all I even hesitated, wondering if I should stall But finally, I decided to slide back the bolts My place is secured just like a bank’s vaults When the door was half open I saw it there A disembodied head just hanging in mid-air It turned and faced me then began to speak I will admit that my knees went quite weak This wasn’t what anyone might ever expect An apparition with a very frightening effect It was hovering, then started to float closer With a face almost shiny with nasal mucosa The lips then parted to show uneven teeth With a greenish tongue lurking underneath Almost a smile, but a phrase dribbled out It sounded a bit weird, there was no doubt You may be wondering why I called on you The reason I am sure, you never had a clue I’m in a fierce competition to trick or treat But I’m not asking for any candy or a sweet It looked deep into my eyes and then it said In a scary race I always wanted to be ahead