It appears in the sky, high above on an October night.

Windy is the scene as a howl in the night scares you green.

So far away, its color stares you in the face; the full moon rises high,

From out in space, a moon that can terrorize your earthly space.

What happens to a man when he looks to the sky? A moon makes him cry.

A werewolf kills many; he runs wild until the morning’s bloody light.

Many myths, folklore, and stories of creatures that come to life,

Imagination and nightmares will scare and haunt you on a moonlit night.

Is it true? Does a full moon turn all living things crazy throughout the night?

The full moon is rising; watch out for this horrifying October time.

Keith Garrett

THE CREEPY MAN NEXT DOOR

I remember when he moved in, a most ridiculous laugh,

A long beak for a nose, eyes which seemed to glow.

Such a strange walk as he maneuvers from side to side,

A head without hair, bowing as he wanders everywhere.

When he opens his mouth, nothing of intelligence comes out,

He’s not what he appears to be, that which most will see,

Are we the only ones who know of the evil that is he?

You can smell the hatred that comes from his breath,

Violence lives within his eyes, a stare so sinister he wears.

Sneaky as a criminal mind may be, hidden is the psycho from society,

The creepy man next door, he lurks about in the dark of night.

                            Keith Garrett

        THE BAD NURSE

She used to be around many years before; who remembers?

Cheryl remembers, don’t you? She looks different now, and she’s back.

You may have been afraid of her as a child; she scared you, didn’t she,

Did you lie in bed at night and wonder where she was, was she near?

The bad nurse has changed; once upon a time she pretended to smile,

Acting as if she cared, today she is everywhere and ready to scare.

She’ll make her way into your neighborhood, acting as though she’s of good,

Be ever so careful if she comes to your door, knock! knock! Hello once more.

She does in-home care, but beware: the longer she is there, the bad nurse is here,

Watching over the weak and sick is an everyday joy, but not because of care,

If she’s alone with you when no one is home, then beware of what she dares.

The bad nurse is never done with her type of fun; she’ll leave you worse than before,

You may survive while she makes you nuts, down the road to torment more souls,

The bad nurse is much, much worse than anything you have seen before.

                             Keith Garrett

        WHEN YOU'RE ALONE

Do your thoughts enter your mind, too quiet at times,

When there is no one there, what makes you scared?

When you’re alone, and there’s no one on the phone,

Not a message finds you, the sound of your heartbeat stands alone.

Quiet roams a house with every step that you take,

When you’re alone, are you content and safe in your home?

Without another sound, are yours the only other words around?

Darkness is a different night, close your eyes to a lonely fright,

When you’re alone, is alone much of a home?

          Keith Garrett

  WHAT'S OUT THERE IN THE WOODS?

I was looking forward to getting away, going off to my cabin,

Thinking it was time to relax, reading and hiking along the trails.

The drive was pleasant; autumn was in the air, breezy and cold,

Leaves falling from the trees, a change in seasons, what’s waiting for me?

Late in the day as I arrive here in this most beautiful, peaceful place,

Unpack my things then stand outside staring out at so many trees.

The sun is going down on this small town, the woods are in front of me,

So much darkness under these trees that have lived here for years before me.

Before it’s late, I’ll take a walk; these woods of mystery seem to watch me,

A whistle in the air, could be anything, quiet sounds of birds, wind in the trees.

Better head back as darkness will soon be, gather some wood, a whistle again,

Listen as footsteps are there, I can hear the crunching of twigs and old leaves.

My imagination, I don’t know as I lock the door, something more is out there,

There’s a fear in me as I close my eyes; there it is, a whistle in the night,

What’s out there in the woods, I believe it’s now at my door.

          Keith Garrett         

               "VAMPIRE"

They live beyond daylight, exist in the dark of night,

Cold as they are dead but not dead, you are the prey.

From Transylvania, the Baltic mountains, Carpathian mountains,

Legends of the vampire are stories so very old.

Are they real, as most think not? Open your mind before you become
Something strange,

A meal in the night, changed into a monster which searches for blood
By moonlight.

You will experience horrible fear and death beyond that which can be
Imagined,

Hiding in a fortress, a massive castle that has stood for hundreds of years,

The castle was destroyed, but the vampire has made a new home in this world.

Find you If In these mountains you wander, after dark alone is not a haven for you,

Dressed as a count would be, blood is that which a vampire needs, hunts just to be.

                                             Keith Garrett

 SOUNDS OF THE EAGLES'

Through the years they soar like birds’

With their voices are sounds of musical words.

They cry out to those who would hear as they play,

The thoughts in their minds with a guitar they will say.

Smiles of emotion on their faces each one,

All come together, apart they are none.

They all tell a story of their lives as they sing,

Memories of the past, to the present now they bring.

Don, Glen, Joe, and Timothy,

One, Two, Three, Four sounds of the Eagles,

Are what they were born to be.

         Keith Garrett

I was asleep just a few minutes ago; the night was calm,

Not anymore,

The shutters were banging against the walls; darkness was alive, Fall.

The wind picked up at a rapid pace, tree branches scraping against the house,

Leaves blowing across the yard, trash cans banging in the night, the moonlight.

My window was not open, as this night was not cold; the curtains blowing around,

I tried closing my eyes, but an unusual sound startled me; my body jumped.

I thought I heard a deep laughter echo past my window as it passed in the distance,

Something that made my skin crawl, as if it knew I was here; I felt the fear in me.

Its presence was real; this was no dream, as the night was to be quite horrifying,

The wind was blowing in all directions, and as it passed this way again, I was very afraid.

I about hit the floor when I heard words, the most terrifying sounds to the ear,

I can’t even come to speak of what was said,

Never will I be the same, as there is something in the wind.

Keith Garrett

  SOMETHING IN BETWEEN

When they are there, so close to here, watching,

Reaching out to touch you as you sit in your little home.

Staring in your eyes as there is no clue of their presence,

There’s a good chance they rest at the edge of your bed while you sleep.

It Is that they roam your home while you live from day to day, maybe play,

These are not friendly entities as the living would hope, horribly more.

Something in between, evil and mean will sooner or later make you scream,

Some have disappeared in the night because of that which can not be seen with eyes,

Fright on a windy October night where those will be missed after echoing cries.

Something in between, their appearance no human would want to see,

Close enough to touch, from in between they wander where you scream.

                     Keith Garrett

           7 MINUTES

We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,

The same time before work is done and time to go home.

7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the circumstances,

7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,

7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.

Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,

7 minutes late may save your life, right on time, goodbye.

In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has changed,

Snooze for an extra 7 minutes; it may do you a world of good,

7 minutes is a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and dream.

                                   Keith Garrett