High on the hill sits the last house to visit

You know the one; it’s haunted by spirits

No one gets treats there, you’d have to be nuts!

No kid even tries, they don't have the guts.

The house is quite old, all corbels and tall spires

jagged peaks and sharp arches, reach ever higher

It's the only house left though, so I gather my courage

My thoughts race wildly; what if I never emerge?

Cracked windows glow yellow with dim candlelight

it seems something's at home this Halloween night

beyond the dead gardens, all thorns and black blooms

it could be anything lurking in those musty old rooms!

The broad stairway is terribly ancient and cracked

and it seems close to collapse as a matter of fact.

As I slowly ascend, my mask feels heavy and hot,

But Turn back now? I absolutely can not.

at the top of the rickety stairs I ring the old bell,

and The silence is shattered by a cacophonous knell

Its chimes echo within the old crumbling walls

and Footsteps are heard coming down the dark hall

It’s too late to run now, and there’s nowhere to hide

The door creaks open, revealing something inside.

My heart is now pounding from deep in my chest

It’s surely a monster, or someone possessed!

Two gleaming eyes appear, and I’m under their gaze

My voice trembles and quivers, but I manage the phrase

“Trick or Treat”, I stammered out softly

Teeth gleamed in the dark as it smiled back awfully

It extended an old gnarled hand (or maybe a claw?)

The words “Happy Halloween” hissed from its maw

I’ll never know what it was that dropped in that sack

I lost the whole bag as I ran, and never looked back...