In a haunted house on Halloween Day, a creepy vibe filled the air, except for the trees that continued to sway.
The trees were warning, “Hurry turn back! Before all you can remember is your memory going black.”
In a haunted house on Halloween evening, no sounds were heard, except for the screaming.
The screaming was echoing in the wind, as they crept down the hallway, they saw something that grinned.
In a haunted house on Halloween Night, nothing was lit, except for the Jack-O-Lantern’s light.
When they got near the Jack-O-Lantern, they got caught in a scene, and what they remembered last was a it howling…
“Happy Halloween!”
Marissa,
I love your poem about Halloween! Halloween is actually my favorite holiday…I think you were very creative!
– Danielle
Danielle,
Thank you so much for commenting, I am glad you enjoyed it!
-Marissa