Icy Fingers

Icy fingers down and up the spine,

Creaky stairs and spooky shadows–trapped in rhyme.

That which goes bump in the night,

Be it real or make-believe fills you with fright.

A sinister whisper, perhaps a demon's cackle.

As your milk and cookies snap, pop, and crackle.

Beware it beckons, beware,

The shrieks boast of misery and despair.

Proceed with caution, turn each page on your own accord,

You'll not leave the same path, nor will you be bored.

All Hallows Eve; hold onto your tweens,

Treats or tricks, ghosts, and goblins, it's finally Halloween.

Twisted stories for the brave-hearted and all pet lovers