Spookier Than Trick Or Treaters
The house usually held an old lady with unassuming quiet ways.
The door opened, and things came out teethy, in squeamish grays.
We were scared to approach, there were werewolves and such.
Come closer girlie! Said a Dracula who was almost too much.
I wanted the caramel apple, but I was too scared to move.
The entire throng of door openers began to dance and groove.
There were ghouls and ghosts, goblins, creatures out of sight.
I was terrified into silence on this bleak Halloween night.
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