Here are some other great entries, which once again made it very tough for the judges!

HALLOWEEN HELL

My skin felt a chill, but I ventured still,

Down the street on this Halloween night,

A figure dressed up in the Devil s attire,

Was cause for my sudden fright.

As he quickly turned, my stomach churned,

The air became fetid and rank,

As he came near, I fainted with fear,

Into his waiting arms,

I sank. As I awoke, I started to choke,

When I saw what lay there before me,

Burnt skeleton bones in this place unknown,

With witches aflame burning free!

I asked where I was, they said, just because

You dared to go out Hallows Eve,

The master wants you to be his guest,

When you leave, you ll forever believe!

This must be a dream! I said with a scream,

Satan spoke as he entered the room,

This night is a feast, set aside for the beast,

And all those who wear my costume!

Dress up if you dare, but you ll find me there,

Waiting to take you to hell,

Halloween is the time when your soul will be mine,

As I cast you under my spell!

It was at that instant, I woke from my sleep,

And stared at my four bedroom walls,

That dream was so real and I thought it ideal,

To share at the Halloween ball,

In my costume I dressed, but became distressed,

And I tripped as I ran out the door,

Glowing there in the dark, with an unholy mark,

A burnt skeleton bone on my floor!!

by Helen McManus

~Decadence In Haunted Lace~

~*~

A sumptuous deity in moonlit afterglow;

a temptress ‘pon her discreet scarlet flow.

Swathed in ebon splendor, laced in black;

decadence in haunted lace, a beguiled attack.

~*~

Lilt silhouette, she'll waltz in her ghostly show,

whispers her chants within her rhythmic bestow.

Aged and refined from thy depths of deadly haunt,

summoned up from thy crypts of thy devil s taunt.

~*~

Her mesmerizing dance in her silken-laced inspire,

crept thought thy halls within her creepy-laced attire.

With amber tresses as laden as her minstrel serenade;

twine thy haunted castle from where her lover doth prey.

~*~

Her pristine spider web of dreams, an eerie-spun display,

lost within thy forgotten world beyond; her prism of decay.

Spooky footsteps stalking 'midst a dense, thick fog of night,

'tis her kiss of death; lost amid a world of bewitching fright.

Copyright ©2007 B. Regina

Cold Still of Darkness

In days long ago past, there lived an old lady. She was known to be disheveled; her fingers twisted and her limbs bent in shapes indescribable. Her voice never heard in the light of day, would cackle in rhyme in the dark of night. To make out the words one would have to be close by and no one wanted to try.

In the cold still of darkness, those who dared, looked from a distance, could gaze at the flickers of light, which mixed with smoke climbed through the chimney. The black and grey smoke, combined with amber flickers, lightened the slight portion of sky over the small brick house. 

No one had actually met the old woman. Her presence in the abandoned house was merely common knowledge to all who lived in the tiny community. After all, many bizarre moments were remembered by the elders who still lived here. The tales of horror were what made the young ones in the village pass the stories on to generations not yet ready to accept the tales.

The one thing that was not renounced by anyone was that each Halloween night, the people of the village felt a surge of dire peril.

It had been told, through the ages that the old lady was a witch. She was an evil entity who survived on her bubbling gruel, which she mixed in her blackened cauldron. What it contained was a mystery, which was not known to earthly beings. Her age was never a question; for it was as if she had always been in that unsightly brick relic that had stood through the ages.

An unsteady mangled bridge joined the grayish land around the ugly cabin to the crooked front door. It seemed that no one ever laid a foot on that bridge, although it made a hideous sound when the wind came close.

Halloween was drawing near and each night the darkness grew bolder. A fowl smell filled the nostrils of all who were in the vicinity of the repulsive brick house. An amber flame grew under the cauldron as Halloween drew near. The appalling stench worsened as all Hallows eve approached.

The cackles increased as the old lady’s voice became more prominent.

“What shall it be?

New meat for me,

One two and three-

My killing spree.

Go ahead plea,

You cannot flee!”

Hee hee hee eeeeeeeeeeeee!

The rhyme could be heard if one listened closely. Most of the people took off at high speed; Halloween was ever so near. The sun melted into the earth and the moon slowly came into view.

As the clouds moved in over the screaming village, not one person watched closely enough as the tawny flames widened over the witches’ broken down house. The shrieks from the villagers were muddled with squeals from within the old brick house. A mist covered the revolting little house as dark burgundy blood, mixed with a putrid green potion, was bubbling and boiling in the gruesome cauldron.

One more Halloween went by. Still, not a soul knew of what had happened that dark night in two thousand and seven; just as all the years, which had long ago passed.

©Daveda Gruber

October 26, 2007

thank you for reading

God bless

                       Halloween Acrostic

                       H Howling ghosts and goblins, see witches fly.

                       A All hallows Eve is very near by.

                       L Lonesome souls still earth-bound.

                       L Lending a spooky scare all around.

                       O Oh look there a princess sweet.

                       W Wanting all a halloween treat.

                       E Every parents knows the risk.

                       E Energy and candy that sticks.

                       Now the chill is in the air, oh my !!

                       by Leslie Ann Lindsay

Ghost Party

It's Saturday night and I ain't got no body

said the ghost but it's Halloween said bones

you will shine the most

a cute little witch will be there oh,

I don't care said the ghost

what could I do other than say Boo

don't you want to see the other guys

like chicken wings in his disguise but,

I ain't got nobody to call my own

I'd rather just be alone

they say Elvis will be there oh bones,

that's unfair you know

I'm an Elvis freak

you managed to speak

the word to get me going

it's Saturday night

and he ain't got no body either to dance and sing

I'll go over to cheer him up and say Happy Halloween!

by Mary Griffin Frese

Some Wonderfully Scary Stories,,,,,,,

Werewolf Halloween

He could smell her scent before she came in sight, she was singing and skipping, trying to put the fright of darkness behind her. Yes Whistle while you walk and the bad man won't get you. Too bad that didn't work. He had been planning this night for a week every thing was ready he just had to get the main ingredient, the tender young girl.

She came even with him and two steps past. She knew he was there, she looked right at the place where he hid in the bushes. she smelled him just as he smelled her, but he smelled a sweet smell of tender flesh and bright red blood.

she smelled evil.

He sprang on her from the back. Bringing her to the ground.

The gravel would lacerate her knees and elbows, maybe her face. That was all right with him, he was going to eat her not look at her.

Quickly he picked her up and sprang toward his house in the woods near by, every thing was ready. He was panting with anticipation. The liquid was bubbling on the stove, the pond water with all the herbs mixed, he would apply it before she was dead. Large dippers of the foaming broth to the face and shoulders first. Off came the clothes, she was just a young thing, breasts not even budding. He was lavish with the liquid, her skin blistered under its steam. she died from shock.

He hadn't had to kill her after all, nature had been a big help

He tied her in the chair, her arms in front of her. she wasn't going any place.

Suddenly the moon went behind a cloud, the room became dark. He looked out side, the moon would not be back, but he would be. with out the moon he was a man who was a neighbor of this child boiled alive in his magic juice.

He was losing his power, his hands and face were his old hands and face, no hair, no long nails, his clothes were in shreds, even his shoes. He had to get the girl out of there,

He could not be connected to this killing. He was a respected member of the community, a keeper of the flock.

He looked at her and cried, look what he had done, he had killed again. He wished some one would find him with in the sights of a shot gun and stop his miserable life.

Gently he picked the girl up and left his house. He ran as fast as he could down the country road. He would leave her on the porch. No one was looking, no lights burned. He laid her on the porch and knocked on the door. Then he ran all the way home. Tomorrow he had to help his neighbor to build a barn.

By Rebel Jo

More Wonderful Halloween Entries!!

Halloween

Ghosts, Goblins, witches are all out tonight,

Half-man, half beast, shadows forming all around!

Halloween is coming,

it is their time to feast,

Be careful everyone!

Walking in the shadows on the street

In the light of the silver moon,

Do you see that ghost following you?

Can you hear the footsteps?

Trying not to make a sound,

Shadows dressed to kill

Are craving bodies now,

Flying bats, and bleeding bites

Are seen all over town.

Who is on the prowl? Dracula is out tonight

To suck the blood of a virgin bride

The fear is such,

where can you hide!

Beware!

The clouds have cast a shadow,

Over the full moon s light,

Beware!

Hear the sounds of hounds baying,

Set loose on this Halloween night.

Doom!

Is waiting for us all,

Our single fate so sealed?

Doom!

Our bodies, All our skin

Can you hear the howling that has now began?

It is the sound of the deadly departed

Their time has come to have some fun,

Run to your homes,

to the safety of your bed

Before they come to drain your blood

Leaving you lifeless,

To be joined by all the dead.

Happy Halloween!

by Leokadia Durmaj

Thank you everyone for entering your poems and stories, there were just to many wonderful entries to showcase them all, but would like everyone to know, how difficult it is picking a winner from so many great entries!!

The Howling

The night was black, no moon in sight.

The townsfolk kept hoping night after night.

Just three weeks before the moon shun it's light.

What could have happened

to make it vanish from their sight?

Everything was much the same except a robbery did occur.

And of what was actually stolen, not even the owner was sure?

The house was in tact nothing was missing?

But something did change as the dog had begun hissing...

The dog then started barking in a very suspicious way?

And yet there was no one around, much to the owners dismay!

So this once cheerful city has now lost it's Moon's Glow.

But what could have caused this? Not one person did know!

On a foggy Sunday morning the owner spotted a torn book.

He didn't recognize it, and thought he'd better have a look!

He made out the title, and was as startled as could be?

It said 'The Secret To The Moon's Glow, Is Hidden Inside Of Thee!'

Well, the owner was in shock and placed a call to his aunt.

For years she was made fun of because of the words she would rant!

She said, 'What I'm going to say, you can believe it or not!'

'But if you want the Moon's glow back I'm the only chance you've got!'

She then relayed ancient secrets that strangely made sense.

These were only made known with the Moon glow's absence...

Their small family united, and at midnight recited a chant.

They have not been seen or heard of since?

Don't try to find them, because you can't!

And now the night is black,

but the Moon Glows in the night.

And there's a coven of creatures that play in it's sight...

The townsfolk have their theories, but they all keep them at bay.

But the one thing they now know, is that the Moon's Glow is there to stay...

By Lucky 90250

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