Fall came, whistling of the wind through the trees,

 Temperatures dropped as leaves floated to the ground.

Halloween comes again to a small eastern town,

I lived there once as a child, the fear was not in my sight,

Remember do I laying on my parent’s bed on a moonlit night.

I recall a noise, something nearby, echoing in the woods,

Scared was I as I thought I was dreaming in the night.

Young was I but hearing a neighbor screaming nearby,

Listening as sounds of frantic people traveled all around.

No trace of a woman, just a shadowy figure running between 

The trees,

It happened in Amesbury, Massachusetts, disappeared one by one,

Something of a monster, In the woods never could be found.

Keith Garrett