Mama?
Yes.
When is halloween?
Tomorrow night. Will you be a ghost this year, sweetie?
I'm always a ghost, mama.
Then what or who will you be this year, my sweetness?
I think this year I want to be a werewolf. Hairy and scarey! Just like Uncle Jack!
Oh sweetie, Uncle Jack sure is hairy and scarey. Shall we make a costume? You'll need a wolf's snout, large pointy ears, and big pointy teeth.
Don't forget the claws, mama.
Oh yes! Long piercing claws.
Or maybe I will be a vampire! I want to drink your blood. Like Aunt Tatiana who loves her red wine and always smiles showing her white piercing teeth.
We will need a black cape and lots of jewlery. Perhaps some black stockings as well.
How about a witch, mama. A fancy pointy hat and a magical broom. I can use yours? You have so many hats, but only one old straw broom? Why is that mama?
It does not matter the age of something, as long as it can still perform its duty, there is no reason to get rid of it. Besides, you are not old enough to use my broom. Perhaps next year. I think this year you should be a ghost. Fly into the darkness and spook the unexpected. You make a spectacular ghost my sweetie.
Why, mama. Why most I always be a ghost every halloween?
Because sweetie.
You are dead.
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In Shadows They Hide - Poetry Devoted to Darkness and Fear
HorrorA collection of dark poems relating to Darkness, Fear and the Unexplained in attempts to thrill you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed conjuring!
