The scenes were set all the way down the street

With ghouls and zombies dragging their feet

Children knocking on each neighbour’s door

Not content with one sweet, they asked for one more

The sweet baked smell of fresh pumpkin pie

Make up like blood falling from their eyes

Skeletons, ghosts, a dark princess

All make for a ghoulish night of success

Night terrors, shaking, crying and screams

The ghosts follow children into their dreams

It’s all been a fantasy here in my head

There isn’t a ghost at the end of my bed

What’s that tapping at my bedroom door?

I hear footsteps on the floor

A witches cackle, she’s casting a spell

Please wake me up to end this hell

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