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One Halloween night as the tired Gran, was Putting her wee little darlings to bed at last, The youngest begged her for a bed time story, Make it scary grandma, please, oh please, Just one story? Scary she said, to the wee little lad, well Then you will go to bed without a fight. For your Gran is tired on this night Of fright, the tiny wreck agreed, I will her Grandson whole heartedly did, promise, And thus begins our tall tale my spooky, Friends! Did you ever hear about the Halloween night When the old witch had her enchanted pillow Case was stolen, by a mischievous child? At first it seemed just a harmless prank, The youngster went house to house, Begging as the others did, trick or treat, Did the lad shout out, and each gave him A tasty sweet treats confection. But as the night wore on people started To run out of their goodie candies delectable Gifts, but the pillow case wanted more! At the last house on the young lads block, The lady beneath the lamp light post, Shouted to him, sorry son I’m all out, Better luck next year! Then just pillow case began to twist and shift, At hearing this ill news, the child didn’t Understand what was happening, he Realized the bag had a hold of him, And would not allow the child to Release his grip? Give me candy or your life will I So take, what a trick to play on this Halloween night, the pillow case Spoke in an eerily haunted voice! But there is no more the child shakenly, Replied then it’s your life. Then just then, in a swishing flash In swishing flash, the witch came down From the darker side of the moon. Bad pillow case, what have you done, I’ve come to take you home with me, From this thieving son of humanity! The lad was instantly released, As the old hag retrieved her stolen Merchandise, I’m sorry, so sorry, The child spoke shakenly, I won’t Ever do anything like this again, I so promise, and vow? As the witch flew away, she said Next time I’ll let my pillow case eat You child of man, as she hackled With a witchery laugh! Oh my Gran, I’m too scared to sleep Now, the old gran looked at her Grandson, and politely spoke, go To sleep young man, or I’ll get out My pillow case, it’s hungry and wants Something sweet to eat, then she so did Laugh, with an eerie cackle, herself! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/31/2015 1:17:00 AM
Hello Cherl, mmm reading this one again. I had to come back to the bottom of your poem list on your featured page. The picture with the witch running cracks me up. LOL. Love LINDA
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Date: 10/2/2015 11:07:00 AM
You are awesome Cherl, I'm excited my granddaughter is excited too.... I love teasing her, spooking her little mind. But, never did I think of haunting her mind with the imagery of a haunted pillow case... Good story my friend... I must go now and enjoy my day. But, first I want to leave this page in with a witchery laugh. NHAHAHAHAHAHA! LINDA
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Date: 10/2/2015 5:59:00 AM
Hello Cheri ("Fangoria"), I really like the posted visuals with your write here. And your write is very well-done and has that wonderful touch of something on the lighter side for Halloween, rather than the deeper, darker themes. Great Work!! Cheers and Best, Gary
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