the stores were picked clean, no candy to be found.
The pumpkins were lit up, on porches and stoops,
while children were gathered in pairs and in groups.
Some were dressed up as clowns, some were witches and cats,
there were fairies and ghosts, and even some bats.
They ran door to door, with sacks in their hands,
with pleas for more candy. Some polite, some demands.
"Trick or treat, smell my feet!" could be heard in the air,
along with laughter and squeals, from attempts at a scare.
There were parties and music, and bobbing for fruit,
while kids sat around, just swapping their loot.
The adults were there too, and just as well dressed,
having arguments over whose costume was best.
Then out in the street, we heard a loud screaming.
For a moment we thought we must have been dreaming.
Some ran to the windows, some ran to the door,
but we didn't know what we were looking out for.
Then the scream came again, but this time much louder.
Some were so frightened, they hid and they cowered.
Then out of nowhere, the lights just went out.
The darkness so deep, we just stumbled about.
We banged into tables, and into each other.
Children were shouting, and so were their mothers.
The screaming continued, out in the street,
like a bad scary movie just left on repeat.
Then we heard the door open with a loud creak.
We were so afraid, no one could speak.
Then footsteps they came, right into the room.
This must be the end, we were all doomed.
So we quivered and shivered, what more could we do?
When suddenly, someone shouted out "BOO!"
The lights came back on, and everyone stared.
It was just little Danny who'd had us all scared.
"I GOT YOU, I GOT YOU!" He giggled with joy.
We couldn't believe we'd been duped by this boy.
We couldn't stop laughing, it had all been such fun.
But now it was late, we all needed to run.
So we headed home, as the leaves they did fall...
Good night, sweet dreams, Happy Halloween to us all.
(A poem/story by Teena M. Hauxwell-Finn)
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