It’s October thirty first, Halloween, I await the dark of night,

They’ll be coming out of places not imagined from our

Minds.

There’s a storm heading for this town like never before.

Lock your windows and bolt your doors,

the evening’s just about here, the day’s sun is going

Down.

There’s a wind that you can hear, it howls with an

Eerie sound,

The trees are swaying back and forth with the

Crackling noise from its branches,

Leaves are floating down, down to the ground.

The clouds are getting thick and dark, moving in,

thunder like drumbeats rock the sky, flashes of

Light shoot through the night.

Trails of lightning bring a hell of a fright, here

It comes like a waterfall of noise,

The rain falling down with a loud, loud,

Sound, why is it quiet with the sound of

Not a soul?

Something is coming, a terror not yet known,

this place feels cold with such a wicked death.

Soon the terror will be here, yes! it’s coming

To us all,

Out there they wait with no sound or face.

You can not see them but they laugh at

Your fear.

Keith Garrett