When the darkness falls and danger looms,
werewolves howl at shiny moons
Dogs run scared and bats take flight,
flying in the still of night
You're walking down deserted streets,
not knowing yet the things you'll meet,
Whispers echo from every door,
warning you to come no more.
Footsteps heard on the steps of stairs,
taunting you with stench-filled air
You start to run, try to escape,
your heart and breath just can't keep pace
You run through the streets, screaming in fright,
but no one hears you Halloween night
Then suddenly, through the mist-filled air,
a shape appears with long grey hair
A woman with a crystal ball,
where lightning flashes through it all
Beckoning with her toothless grin,
"Come closer now" and look within
A tiny movement, a careless act,
will take you where you can't come back
But the beauty of the ball wins out,
you move closer now with stinging doubts
Forgetting the danger you look inside,
revealing the secrets it strains to hide
The paperboys scream "Man found dead"
working all day, their feet like lead
The woman listens with a knowing grin,
the secret she holds close within
Waiting for the next full moon,
she walks the streets where danger looms
Humming a song no one can hear,
she clutches a ball she holds so dear.
By R.L. Gunn
She walks out of work at midnight, having survived one of the busiest nights at the diner, every agonizing step aggrevating her swollen feet. She daydreams of the "to do" list that has to be tackled tomorrow and the hot bath waiting for her when she gets to her house.
she is brought back to reality when she hears footsteps falling
in behind her. She strains to hear their rhythm, trying to assure
herself it's just someone out for an evening stroll, or perhaps
just needing to buy something at the corner store. Desperately
she tries to keep her heart from pounding so loud that the whole
neighborhood isn't awakened.
She picks up her stride and turns the first corner towards home. Convinced her imagination is working overtime until she acutely notices the heavy falling footsteps turn the corner and quicken their pace. She turns sharply, ready to face the unseen stranger but all she sees is an empty sidewalk.
no one appears to be around, the hairs on the back of her neck
stand up, warning her of impending danger. She looks around for
anything that will offer her safety, when she sees the local
cemetery groundskeeper tending to one of the graves. Quickly she
reaches for the cemetery's large cast iron gate and throws it
open with a force that surprises her. Running through the
grounds, she is unaware that the footsteps have stopped short,
refusing to enter this forbidden darkness of souls.
She stumbles on the first mound encountered and scrambles to get up. Finally, getting to her feet, she realizes something is preventing her from moving. Looking down, she sees dirt-encrusted hands rising from the bowels of the grave and encircling her ankles.
lets out a blood-curdling scream and fights desperately to get
released, but the gnarled hands hang on with an unearthly
strength. Kicking as hard as she can, she loses her balance,
falls backwards and begins being pulled under the soft soil. Down
into the eternal darkness... down into the terror that lies
Her fingernails claw at empty air and she brings them down where they settle on the handle of a shovel left behind from work done earlier in the day. She lifts it in the air and comes down hard on the imprisoning hands. The grip loosens for a split second, time enough for her to break free and scramble from their reach. She quickly rises and looks for the groundskeeper, knowing he is her only chance to survive.
"Over here," she hears someone yell. "Come over here. I can protect you." The voice beckons her to a lake in the middle of the grounds. Searching the area with her tired eyes, she can't see who summoned her. Then, the waters start to stir and a man appears, rising from the water's ripples.
She stares at the broken face. One eye, apparently injured in some long ago accident, is shut. The other taunting her with it's evilness. A large wart on his forehead is only overpowered by the scar stretching below it. Out of the corner of her eye she spots the groundskeeper and tries to break away from the force she finds enveloping her mind, a force so engulfing that it pulls her to the waters edge.
sees the beauty of the rippling water and feels an almost
overpowering urge to slip into its unspoken promise of safety. As
she is about to enter into the velvety softness of the lake, a
cat streaks by behind her, scared by some unheard noise in the
night, and breaks her from her trance. She gathers her wits
quickly and races off towards the groundskeeper. "He's the
only one here to help me," she thinks, getting closer to him
with every stride.
Begging for help as she runs toward him, she doesn't notice that he seems not to hear. She only knows that a few more steps and she can be safe again... a few more steps to someone who will guide her out of this "garden of terror"... a few more steps and she's on her way home... just a few more steps.
As she reaches him she feels her burning lungs about to explode. Her air supply exhausted by the marathon gait she didn't know she was capable of. Her hands grab at the cape that he wears for protection against the cold, night air.
me please," she stammers, "I need your help to get out
of here." He slowly turns around and her body shudders
uncontrollably as she stares in to the face of death. The last
thing she hears is the unmistakable voice offering his frightful
By R.L. Gunn