"The living are just the dead on holiday"

 
 
 
I calmly go inside to dim the lights,
All Hallows’ Eve, my favorite time of year.
My home’s an old Victorian by night
To meet & greet the ghosts & goblins here.
 
The mood of gaslight adds a mystery;
I calmly go inside to dim the lights.
The evening’s like my favorite China tea,
Each child who visits me is my delight.
 
Selecting younger ones as tender bites,
They quickly disappear in little cakes.
I calmly go inside to dim the lights,
Enticing those who come with treats I bake.
 
I shine my pumpkin grin down on my prey,
The wide-eyed children run in fear & flight.
What oft the gods will give soon take away,
I calmly go inside to dim the lights.
 
 

The night is growing
You are still awake
Your T.V. is snowing
You have a mild headache
The winds punish your shutters
The rain brutalizes your house
A local owl hoots its mutter
The elements create a rouse
The branches claw your windows
The trees sway along the breeze
The thunder rolls its billows
While the lightning threatens to seize
Your T.V. becomes alive
Broadcasting the local news
There were reports of a demise
On the very street you snooze
There’s a sudden interruption
An escape from an asylum
The thunder claps an abruption
A local island
Your T.V. just died
So did all your power
Your mind kidnaps itself outside
You try the phone but it’s a busy shower
Quick flashes of light attract your eye
You catch a glimpse of a specter
You rush the window for a private eye
Reflecting the news like a projector
One flash you’re astounded
The next flash there’s nothing
Confusion slithers, your heart is grounded
Your breath is lost like asthma huffing
You close all your blinds
And check all your doors
Your sanity unwinds
Your only thought, protect what’s yours
Your mind is racing
Selling you tricks
You find yourself pacing
Your heart is beating bricks
You’re snapped out of your agenda
By the melody of your doorbell
Anxiety maps a new dilemma
Your imagination begins to swell
You quickly check your peephole
Not a soul insight
It feels like the grim reaper stole your soul
As you respond to your flight or fight
You check your kitchen for a flashlight
But find only knives instead
You pick up the biggest one insight
Protect yourself or else you’re dead
You search upstairs for better ground
In case you need to ambush
The screaming rain drowns out all sound
You discipline your breathing to a steady hush
Your house is still dark and quiet
With the exception of the flashes
Your emotions stir up a riot
As the thunder continuously clashes
You hear a thud outside your porch
And a rattling of your doorknob
Your veins begin to scorch
As your headache starts to throb
Your lights produce a flicker
You hear your front door crack
Your mind races quicker
Your door closes with some slack
Your predator creeps slowly
With intent to make no noise
Your goosebumps caress more soapy
As you talk yourself to poise
Your predator scales the stairs
You clutch your knife closer
Your eyes swell up in tears
You know your life is over
Closer and closer you hear
Your predator’s in your face
You thrust your knife in fear
They stumble down the case
Your adrenaline hits hyper-drive
You suddenly fear the worst
Are they ok? Are they alive?
You run down the stairs in auto-burst
You approach with extreme caution
Your life is jeopardized
Your power rids of its exhaustion
Now your fear is realized
All your power illuminates
Restoring order to your house
The upheaval of shock drops its weights
What lies before you is your spouse
Your knife rested in their neck
You incoherently start to murmur
Nothing more than an emotional wreck
Congratulations, you’ve just committed murder