Halloween is all about kids dressing up like ghosts, witches, Frankenstein and anything else that may be related to scaring people and then going about the trick or treat routine. This is where kids would knock on doors begging for a treat and generally people would give them a sweet or something for their efforts. A lot of folk even decorate their homes for Halloween to give it a scary look.
Luckily for me the FlexSqueeze theme makes it really easy for me to give this blog that special Halloween feel, and when Halloween is all over I can switch back to my regular theme with a click of the mouse.
Keeping in line with the Halloween theme I thought I would post a poem about a scary night when you’re home alone. It may well fall on the night of Halloween itself, when all the trick or treating is done and it’s time to watch a spooky movie. I have to admit though that this time I just had to end the poem with a bit of a twist.
Home Alone On Halloween
Turned the lights out and settled down
Sitting on the lounge in my night gown
The movie’s scary I’m crouching low
When’s the scary part coming, I don’t know
A screeching sound scares me out of my mind
I jump right up leaving my skin behind
Its only a moment before my skin comes back
Hitting my body with a blood curdling crack
I go into the kitchen for the carving knife
I need a weapon in case I meet some strife
I creep into the lounge, the movie still playing
When suddenly there’s some screeching baying
All of a sudden my heart’s in my throat
I can’t breathe I’m starting to choke
With some effort I push it down
I must find out what’s making that sound
I creep into the master bedroom
It’s dark and scary, will I meet my doom
A sound of water from the bathroom I hear
Is there a ghoulish fiend lurking near
The screeching starts, I can not bear it
I must stop it before my mind it splits
I raise the knife its blade a gleaming
I must stop that damn awful screaming
I open the door just a crack
To see the fiend I must attack
My jaw drops, eyes open wide in shock
My wife is back she beat the clock
That awful sound was her singing
That grating sound my ears a ringing
A horror movie that I had found
Would be much better if it used that sound.
Read my latest Halloween Poem.