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.

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

My thoughts race wildly; will I ever emerge?

The house is quite old, with tall crooked spires

Its peaks and its arches loom higher and higher

Behind misty gardens; all thorns and dead blooms

Why, anything could be lurking in those musty old rooms!

Cracked windows glow yellow with dim candlelight

The last house you’d ever go to on Halloween night

The broad stairs are all crumbled and cracked

Quite near to collapse as a matter of fact.

As I climb up, my mask feels heavy and hot,

Turn back now? I absolutely can not.

I take a deep breath and ring the old bell,

The silence is shattered by a cacophonous knell

Its chimes echo within the old crumbling walls

Footsteps are heard coming down the dark halls

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 emerge, 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 (maybe a claw?)

The words “Happy Halloween” hissed from its maw

I’ll never know what was dropped in that sack

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