Fright Night
©2003 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
T’was the latest night in October
When my head was filled with dread
And the house was silent as a tomb,
As the wind round the chimney sped.
Branches scratched on the window pane
As the wind moaned and cried.
I shrank back into the shadows
To shelter from the horrors outside.
I thought my hour had truly come
As the clock ticked loudly on
But when I cracked open the window blinds
The ghouls and ghosts seemed gone.
Until somewhere through the smothering fog
The advancing shapes of two undead
Heard the unearthly howl of a dog.
“We’re back, we’re back”,
Was their ominous shout
As they made their way through the withering cold.
I knew there’d be no keeping them out,
No door would ever hold.
I waited with thundering pulse
As they trod over the sill
Dragging their plunder into my house
To gorge on whatever they willed.
Then the house was silent again
When their appetites were fed,
And I sighed with relief and gratitude
As I tucked those two little ghouls in bed.
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