WHEN THE PHONE RINGS

A dark,  stormy night; I can hear the wind howl in the distance,

The rain pounds against the rooftop; there’s no one home, I’m alone.

A glow from the fireplace; the fire is warm as the shadows dance on the wall,

It would appear so peaceful to be safe and warm on this night; who is alright?

A random ring of the phone echoes throughout this quiet,  empty home,

I answer as any routine call,  a little static as a voice says a most fearful hello.

When the phone rings, anything can become real; tonight he speaks of tales,

He lets you know he’s still alive; your night is now of horror,  a nightmare tonight.

He has your number; he knows you’re quite alone in your out in the country home,

What does he say when he calls?  Does he whisper such fear into your ear?

Will this be your last call?  Will you ever again hear the phone ring?

Keith Garrett

               DUNGEON

It wasn’t a dream, a nightmare could be, a horrible reality,

I recall that I was only a child when it took me away to stay.

Walls so tall that there was no way to fall, no way to climb,

Darkness was my only companion in this made-for-me home.

Not a door that opens, cold in the night as it is hot all day,

Where it rests I have not a guess, why I am here with much fear.

Older than I once was with parents who have not a clue,

What happened to their little boy, a constant nightmare without joy.

Did I say it? A monster of a woman whose face I have known from youth,

I can never get away as she laughs at me when she passes each day,

She does not speak of why this evil has been placed upon me,

On a cold October night, I was taken away, why, Aunt Penelope! why!

                                Keith Garrett

         A SMALL TOWN'S CURSE

In this small town, only children could see an evil that lives,

For adults who stopped believing, there was no reality.

A group of kids who became best friends stood together strong,

They would fight the bad that came to dwell in a forgotten town.

A simpler time when an afternoon Saturday movie was just fine,

To build a dam, to swim in a pool created by those who would dream.

A dancing clown with promises of balloons and never-ending fun,

Dressed up in colors and wearing a face that only the young could see.

From hell it seems he came, as he is something other than appears to be,

He’s a monster dressed to kill; he comes to feed for eternity.

These children of Innocence become each scarred by a curse,

Brave as they battle a force, as no child should live a nightmare.

Not defeated as they grow to become adults and hide this haunting pain,

Go their own separate ways into the world with what they hold hidden.

Each successful in business, money is theirs, although happiness is not,

Emotional scars deep inside forgotten until the past rings loud in ears.

Return to this small Maine town they do, seven people, thirty years lost,

Bring it to an end this evil, this dancing curse that brings fear.

Lucky seven, their faith and love for one another keeps them together,

It’s back, and these once children, misfits of horrible family memories

Sacrifice all they have, their lives, and destroy this clown, but a monster.

A small town curse is destroyed as finally these friends may have peace,

They now learn of laughter, love, and happiness, though seven are now five.

The dancing clown, Pennywise, IT.

                                   Keith Garrett  

      FACES OF FEAR,

          MASKS

There is no big top, for the children they do not entertain,

They do not run around with smiles of delight, not tonight.

They wear expressions of emotion, what is felt inside,

Tonight, faces of fear, they come out, come out from wherever they are.

Halloween, when many unusual and terrifying events take place,

You look at them with smiles and frowns; are they clowns,

Perhaps their masks hide the evil terror waiting for you.

They sing and dance, but not this night; they wear your fright,

As daylight disappears and the dark of night settles, they stir.

Faces of fear are alive tonight as they come for you, just you,

Masks are worn, these are their pictures of doom tonight.

A clown is a clown, but for them it’s all turned upside down,

Claws for hands here in this Halloween land, now they dance.

Teeth are shown sharp and full by misfits always laughed at,

With a touch, with a haunting laugh you will be what they are,

Your mask will be real, it will show all that you feel, your clown.

Tonight these are the demons who wear the face you hide,

They follow you wherever you go, their gift to you is torment.

To you the gift of hell and pain is from them, their mask is you,

Your nightmare is a clown; you awake a nightmare.

                 Keith Garrett 

THEY LIVE IN THE NIGHT

The sun sets over a small eastern town.

Those who live here do not wander in the dark.

Doors are locked, windows sealed until morning’s light.

Stay inside for death feeds on the living flesh.

They live in the night; They fly; they thirst for the blood inside.

No souls, hearts,  or even a spirit of kindness and good.

Darkness appears as if forever on this moon -filled night.

Who will be the terror-stricken sacrifice?

They live in the night; they rest by morning’s light.

Walking the earth forever until they surely die.

Now, as the sun rises over this small town.

Death takes its sleep as mortal man rises to his day.

Keith Garrett

                                      WHAT WATCHES

The dreams were there from time to time,

Haunting my mind, torment of another kind.

Alone in a house so dark,  the wind howling,

I am peeking out a window into the dark of night.

In the distance he stands, a shadowy figure dressed

Up in black.

His clothes move with the wind, silent as he knows I am there,

I am alone, and he knows my fear.

There are times when I am walking through the streets at night,

No cars, no people,  as if I’m the only one in this world,

Again it is windy, dark,  and always the horrible fear.

I am followed,  from a distance, but I know something is out there,

No body, no face,  somewhere, always there.

My dreams are not real, but now each night I peek out of the window,

Waiting for him, this dark, shadowy figure,

If I keep searching, then will he appear? I find myself walking the night

Streets, wondering if he follows, imagining him out there, somewhere.

Keith Garrett

For generations, it’s been said that if you come down here

Then you can hear her voice moaning in agony within the wind.

What happened to her is a tale that’s a mystery that is told over

And over through the years.

Some say they have seen her ghostly presence; she haunts the creek

Where she was possibly murdered.

Legend tells that many who have been down here to find her, to

Hear her agonizing voice have never been seen or heard from again.

Near the creek, there’s a haunting fog that lives, something or.

Someone visits there, a presence not at peace.

It lures those who wander away into the darkness.

Don’t listen for the sound that waits; do not seek out this

Ghostly death; don’t go near the creek!

Keith Garrett

              WHAT HAUNTS THE NIGHT AGAIN

Peeking out at you from the closet or hiding under your bed,

What frightens the mind, what haunts the night?

From a child’s thoughts, a stranger’s face in the window,

Sounds in the hall that seem to get closer.

From reality to fantasy, does Frankenstein walk the stormy night?

Bolts in his neck, a face that terrifies.

Vampires that seek blood and live through the night,

A myth of terror by moonlight.

Does a mummy awaken from a tomb in the cold,

Wrapped in white cloth, does he search for you?

Bats do fly, but will they find you tonight?

Attack and bite until morning’s light.

A black cat sits and watches on this Halloween of fear,

If you cross his path, will you soon disappear?

Ghosts and goblins, creatures of fright,

Witches so ugly fly on their brooms by the moon.

Castles and curses, haunted houses appear,

Is it all in one’s mind, will they all vanish by light?

What haunts the night, what scares your mind?

Keith Garrett

           THEY BRING FEAR

A cold, October night, wind rushing through the trees,

Creeks and sounds awaken me in the darkness.

I think to myself, can you hear it? A sinister and evil
Little laugh, as if it were far off in the distance.

Am I imagining things? I get up and take a look around,
Again, a heart-stopping sound.

Through the window, the moonlight shines; I can see it,
the shadow of a creature, maybe just a foot or so tall.

It can’t be real, only in my mind as it vanishes again,
There it is staring at me with those awful eyes.

Running down the hall, out the door with a horrible little laugh,
Some kind of miniature, ugly-looking elf.

I am trapped, looking out the window in the dark, cold night,
They’re everywhere; more of them are out there.

Where they come from I do not know; they bring fear,
Night after night they gather, no place to run, just a
place to hide.

They are by sight horrible to the mind,
What they want is not known; what I know is that they
Bring fear.

Keith Garrett

              WHAT HAUNTS THE NIGHT

Stumble upon a haunted house,

Ghosts of fear that roam everywhere.

A black cat watches all that you see,

Not a candle is lit in a place of misery.

Through a howling wind you can listen as it sounds,

Somewhere out in the darkness a werewolf cries.

Lock the windows as they feed in the night,

Vampires that do not die are there in the moonlight.

Hidden in the basement is a mummy’s tomb,

It rises on a cold, cold night and wanders till dawn.

A monster that’s brought back to life,

Frankenstein is a thought full of fright.

What haunts the night, an old witch on a broom flying by,

A spell she casts to those on this night.

Legends and fables, fantasy or fact,

What haunts the night? Is it all in your mind?

Keith Garrett