UNDER A FULL MOON

Beware on this night as you stroll along,

It’s cold and dark; the screeching cry echoes.

Through the hills, into the misty night woods,

He’s out there under a full moon, angrily searching.

If you see his shadow beyond the trees,

Then run, as fast and far as it may be too late.

The smell of your fear lingers in the air,

His thirst for the blood, for the flesh most wanted.

The howling under the moon will be a life-saving clue,

Your path is studied; your only escape is behind locked doors.

Your only safety may be the rising sun as dawn approaches,

On this moon-risen night he becomes the beast.

He feels no remorse, no heart to be found,

Under a full moon he stalks the living.

He is a killer in the moonlight,

Under a full moon he is not kind.

                       Keith Garrett

       HORRIBLE HOUSE

There’s a horrible house with horrible things,

It’s deep in a forest where there live horrible people.

Horrible thoughts from horrible minds,

Horrible deeds, horrible crimes.

Don’t go to the door, you’ll never escape,

If you see their horrible faces, your screams will echo into the night.

A horrible place, horrible for you to discover,

What horrible things they’ll do for dinner.

Stay away from this horrible house,

Horrible things will surely happen to you.

The horrible house has had many visitors,

They walked through the forest and did not escape

Those horrible faces in that horrible house.

Keith Garrett

They once were living beings; they wandered the world.

Something has changed for some of them, and they are angry.

An Autumn night has brought them back; cold is the night.

They seek what all humans have: a life force; much anger is here.

On this Halloween night, from midnight until dawn, it is you they hunt.

To exchange body and soul with them, to again live is what they desire.

When ghosts are angry, when they witness that which is not good on earth,e

They come and take from you those who do not deserve a mortal life.

Keith Garrett

On a cold Autumn night, something was coming that wasn’t right.

A breeze in the air- what was coming on this night was a smell of fright.

A curse on Halloween in a land of many frightened people.

Lock your doors and make sure that all windows are tightly closed.

What’s blowing in the wind is deadlier than anything before.

A smell that kills is toxic to all who may inhale on a Halloween night.

Keith Garrett

          I AWAIT MIDNIGHT

I sit and wait for the clock to strike twelve,

So that I may leave this cage I’m trapped in.

Out into the night is where all hell lives in pain,

Escape do I from a place of my own torment to

Seek out what has destroyed my spirit and soul.

It’s out there somewhere hiding in the night,

This thing that haunts me hides in a dark, dark world.

I await midnight for reasons not known in my mind,

To go out there and find this monster, this stalker

That makes not a sound, has no body, but hurts me

In many ways.

Why do I seek it out, this Invisible force,

It laughs at what it does; it finds me.

              Keith Garrett

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