This is the tale of the haunting told on this Halloween night.

These words will make your blood run cold and give your heart such a fright.

Shrieks came from the house on the hill, waking me from my dreaming.

Covering my ears did not help.  I could not flee the screaming.

The wild winds howled and dead trees snapped, echoing the sounds of my fear.

I ran outside to catch a glimpse of the terrors my heart could hear.

The house seemed to be calling me.  I knew that I had to go.

As my footsteps brought me closer, what would happen?  Would I know?

Stepping inside, the door slammed shut.  I ran up the creaking stairs.

An open door stood before me and the answer to my prayers.

Trapped in a cold empty prison, would anyone come find me?

No signs of life this Halloween, just screams for my company.

I still wait each Halloween night for someone to come.  I’ve prayed.

Free me from these voices I hear and this lonely world I’ve made.

I know this tale of the haunting, drowning in despair and pain.

Will I ever find my way back?  Or am I going insane?