The Ghost of Stephen King, Halloween Horror

I'm the caretaker of a lonely lighthouse On the edge of a small New England town Not much here has ever happened That is until Stephen came around For weeks now I've been haunted By the ghost of Stephen King I'm quite sure that he is still alive Which makes this very strange indeed At first he wasn't doing much Rattled chains, walked through walls like a normal ghost Then Stephen discovered the roaming light That I shine up and down the coast Now his favorite pastime every night Until the break of dawn Is to make shadow puppets in the light I don't have the nerve to tell his ghost it's wrong Yes, Stephen loves his shadow puppets On the jagged rocks below displayed Butterflies and puppy dogs Is Stephen's ghost's forte But all the puppy dogs have monster heads And the butterflies giant bat wings I guess you just can't help yourself When your the ghost of Stephen King This light house is no longer lonely Since Stephen Kings ghost did arrive I'm still not sure how he does it Since Stephen King is still alive