I'm not afraid of snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,
things that girls are scared of, I think are awful nice.
brave, I guess; And yet I hate to go to bed,
For, when I'm tucked up warm
and snug and when my prayers are said,
Mother tells me "Happy dreams!"
and takes away the light,
And leaves me lying all alone and seeing things
at night. Sometimes they're in the corner, sometimes they're by the door,
Sometimes they all just creep and crawl across the bedroom floor;
Sometimes they come when I'm asleep, sometimes when I'm awake
and so silently, they make me scream and shake.
Sometimes they are as
black as ink, and other times they're white
But colour makes no
difference when you're seeing things at night. Once, Mother caught me
being bad, fighting in the street,
And Father sent me up to bed without a
bite to eat.
I heard some noises in the dark and up my ears did prick
Those things were gathered all around and planning something sick.
so very scared that time, I got an awful fright
It's always when I'm bad
that I start seeing things at night. Lucky thing I'm not a girl, or I'd
be scared to death.
Since I'm a boy, I duck my head and then I hold my
When I hear something horrible, crawling up the stairs
promise to be better and I always say my prayers.
I'm certain that's the
only way that I can make it right
When I've been very wicked and start
things at night! And so, when other evil kids tempt and coax me into sin,
I try to squash the devil's voice that urges me within.
At night the
things creep closer and they aren't very nice,
They want to eat me up
without even thinking twice!
Eventually these evil things will drag me
out of sight
I hope I don't keep doing wrong, and seeing things at night! Author Unknown
Short Halloween Poem by Aileen Fisher
Pumpkin Head We bought a pumpkin big and round
that lived the summer through
without an eye to look at things ...
and now it looks through two. It used to be all dark inside
when growing on the vine,
but now it
has a toothy smile
and face that's full of shine.
Apple Bobbing - by Carolyn Wells
You wouldn't believe
On All Hallow Eve
What lots of
fun we can make,
With apples to bob,
And nuts on the hob,
And a ring-and-thimble cake.
The Hook - A Scary Halloween
Shelagh was happy, it was Halloween and she was in love. This evening she would see Jack and they were
going to Reading to watch a movie that she particularly wanted to see. As she considered what to wear she hummed along to the music on her radio. The news presenter cut in to issue a news flash that a serial
killer had escaped from the nearby Broadmoor Mental Hospital. The presenter described the man as deranged with only one hand as the other had been replaced with a hook. He was not to be approached as he was
classified as very dangerous. Shelagh took little notice of the newsflash as she sang to the next tune being played. She showered and dressed in her most fetching outfit for the evening out. Jack arrived
in his new [to him] Lexus and they set off from Crowthorne to see the film. The movie proved to be excellent and on the way home Jack pulled into a quiet lane near Easthampstead for a kiss and a cuddle while
listening to the romantic songs played on his digital radio. As had happened earlier the programme was interrupted by a news flash which stated that the killer was still at large and had not been taken into
custody. Jack appeared not to hear the news and carried on canoodling. Shelagh was now scared as Easthampstead is rather like the back of beyond and the night was pitch dark with no moon. She asked Jack to take
her home. Jack preferred to stay in the romantic situation in which he found himself and for some little while they argued about the 'hook man'. Just then, the car rocked and there was a loud noise. Shelagh
screamed at Jack to drive on and he seemed oblivious to the earlier movement. She shouted again and, Jack, with a scowl, raced off into the night. At her home, near Crowthorne, Jack got out to open Shelagh's
door as he thought that would impress her and let her know that he was not angry with her after their cross words. He walked round the Lexus and stared fixedly at something on the side of the car, his mouth
gaped and moving soundlessly. Shelagh, concerned, rolled down her window and shrieked at what she saw. There, on the door handle, right next to where she had been sitting hung, a hook.
A Creepy Tale from a Vienna Graveyard
Chris Cross, a tourist in Vienna, is going passed Vienna's
Zentralfriedhof graveyard on October 31st. All of a sudden he hears
some music. No one is around, so he starts searching for the source.
Chris finally locates the origin and finds it is coming from a grave with a
headstone that reads: Ludwig van Beethoven, 1770-1827. Then he realizes that
the music is the Ninth Symphony and it is being played backward! Puzzled, he
leaves the graveyard and persuades Tim Burr, a friend, to return with him. By the time they arrive back at the grave, the music has changed. This
time it is the Seventh Symphony, but like the previous piece, it is being
played backward. Curious, the men agree to consult a music scholar. When
they return with the expert, the Fifth Symphony is playing, again backward.
The expert notices that the symphonies are being played in the reverse order
in which they were composed, the 9th, then the 7th, then the 5th. By
the next day the word has spread and a throng has gathered around the grave.
They are all listening to the Second Symphony being played backward. Just then the graveyard's caretaker ambles up to the group. Someone in
the crowd asks him if he has an explanation for the music. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about" says the caretaker. "He's just
Notice: County Community Burn Ordinances
Pertaining to recreational fires and burning of yard and household waste.All outdoor burning is prohibited in the City except for those
parcels described in ordinance. Recreational fires are allowed, but not
during the hours of 6:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m. At 8.00pm on October 31st two fire-fighters could see a fire raging
in the back yard. I was clearly in breach of the rule on burning
leaves after dark. One of the fireman knocked on the door, and they
both waited each holding their helmet in their hand. The little old
woman opened the door and promptly dropping a bar of candy into each helmet.
She then told them, 'Aren't you boys are a little old for trick and treat,
and closed the door'. The fire-fighters left open mouthed.
Arachnophobe Terrified At
A True Scary Tale John Stafford, 54, of Scarborough, Yorkshire, England suffers from
debilitating arachnophobia Will and Guy have discovered. We have learned
that he is so scared of spiders that he is forced to stay indoors on
Halloween. He claims the condition is so bad that his doctor has told him even fake
rubber spiders displayed in shop windows could give him a fatal heart
attack. Describing his reaction when he sees a spider, he said, 'I stop
breathing and pass out, it's just terrifying.' Mr Stafford added that he had
tried everything from hypnosis to pills to cure his lifelong fear, but
without success. His wife Maria, 44, described the moment she feared for her husband's
life after he saw some spiders in a shop window display, saying he passed
out and slumped against her before she was able to bring him round. She
added, 'I've known my husband since I was four years old and I don't want to
bury him now.' See more creepy Halloween ghost stories Footnote: Please send us your scary Halloween poems.