Halloween Stories

2009 Halloween Short Story Contest entry:

Ultra-Spooky, Heebie- Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!
by Keith Brown

When the wind blows cold and the moon is full.
The werewolves howl and the vampires drool.
Your heart is filled with terror as you hear yourself scream.
It’s an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!
 
Hear the flitty, flitty flutter of a squeaky little bat.
And the haunting, lonely cries of an eerie black cat.
A jack-O-Lantern flickers with a grin so mean.
It’s an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!
 
When a distant witch’s cackle slices through the gloomy sky.
You’ll know the monsters and the mummies will be lurking near by.
A silent fog is rising where the tombstones lean.
It’s an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!     
                           
Your heart starts pounding like a drum when you hear an awful CRASH!
And you hope that’s Mr. Mason taking out the evening trash.
A shiver rushes up your spine, like an icy mountain stream.
It’s an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!
 
But wait! That sound behind you, was that a growl? or just a bark?
A slinky figure melts into the shadows cold and dark.
You strain your eyes to catch a glimpse, but there’s nothing to be seen.
It’s an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!
 
Now you take off running like a shot! By the school and through the parking lot.
Then you dash by old Mrs. Watson’s place with a frightened look upon your face.
You’ve ran right through her garden and trampled her green beans!
It’s an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!
 
You can see the beast behind you, it’s fangs so long and scary.
With a big strong neck and real bad breath it’s ten feet tall and hairy!
Your growing tired from running now, ‘cause this beast is very fast.
And now your thinking to yourself this Halloween may be your last.
You turn to take one final look, your legs as limp as noodles.
You start to gasp!….but begin to laugh. It’s just old Mrs. Watson’s poodle!
You can see your house from here now, where a friendly porch light gleams.
It’s an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!
 
When you finally make it home, where it’s warm and where it’s safe,
Big brother swipes your candy while your mother wipes your face.
Now you take a bath, then you hit the sack and hope you don’t dream
About an  Ultra-Spooky, Heebie-Jeebie, Creepy Halloween!