High up on a hill sits this house of darkness,

Hiding beyond hundred year old trees that sway in the wind.

To stumble upon it is a deadly thing but too enter will be a house of hell,

Out of gas in the dead of night, clouds cover the moon.

A group of friends with no idea what waits,

This house can not be seen from below as nothing else is around.

Their curiosity to walk up the path has no reason,

Fear of being stranded or of what may lie ahead.

Picture grandma dressed in clothes of comfort, an apron,

Her hair up in a bun, baking cookies, pies, and other treats.

There may be a warm hello at the door but grandma has a surprise for you,

You’re staying the night, one hell of a night.!

The door opens and there’s an excited greeting for these poor stranded strangers,

She welcomes them and Invites them to have dinner and stay the night.

What a night it will be, the wind is howling as a storm settles over this town,

After dinner grandma shows them to their rooms, there’s a warm fire glowing.

As everyone gets ready for bed and a stormy night,

An echo of a scream is heard through the darkened house.

Nothing to be found as all search around,

A light from the kitchen for those to see.

There stands the sweet old lady preparing tomorrows feast,

Through the rain driven night, behind the thunder that hides the hellish screams.

It is she who is called grandma who smiles with delight,

No longer are they here at this old house, Grandma likes to feast on Halloween.

Keith Garrett


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