Outside there is a nip in the inky black

Strange and eerie noises fill the autumn night air

I huddle awaiting the inevitable attack

My knees a-knocking as I whisper a prayer

A strange tingling begins crawling up my neck hair

As the scary noises get nearer and louder

The undead monsters must have departed their lair
Unearthly caterwauls are sounding even scarier

A peek shows the advancing rabble angrier
Fierce grotesque disguised faces grinning hungrily

Frenzied chanting making the crowd blood thirstier

I fear I can’t stay hidden indefinitely

Gory ghouls and ghosts now are at my fortress’ entry
I hear knocking or it maybe my own heartbeat
The creaking door opens to my fated destiny
I am set upon by the cries of “trick or treat”