Creaky, squeaky, dusty, musty, drafty, wafty with gusts of cold. Tangled webs, sticky goo, moaning, groaning, and witches brew. Candles flicker left and right. Ghosts play checkers with goblins too. Frankenstein argues with the vampire Queen about the right way to get kids to scream. Skeleton's warble down the stairs that creak and crack and splinter. Tiny witches play with pumpkin goo and the great pumpkin Jack has to watch his back.
The headless horseman calms his steed as the full moon rises above the chimney. They have mere minutes until they'll come the kids who want candy, chocolate and gum will come tromping to their sharp metal gates. Tonight they are not afraid of anything goulash, dark or mean. Tonight they'll laugh at any monster green. The house is not safe one night a year, it is the night they've all come to dread and fear.
The doorbell rings with harpsichord tone, and the zombie butler lets out a soft moan. With a bat-bowl full of sugary treats he slumps toward the old metal door. Not he or not the house is scary enough tonight. Tonight this is not their home.
by: Cassie M Shiels
Where I share my Microfiction. aka Really really short stories
I just wanted a way to practice and share my writing in a super fun but short way. Yes they will often become narrative poetry but that is. only because I like rhythm and rhyme.