The Ghosts and Ghouls
will get you,
if you let them,
but they’ll probably
get you anyway.
They can go through walls,
and find you in any
little nook or cranny
in which you try to hide.
They’re clever that way.
They “Boo” and “Hiss”,
and twist your stomach
into knots, they jump
out at you around corners,
and turn a smile into a frown.
The scratching noise on the walls,
deep into the night, isn’t
that tree branch that’s just a
little to long. It’s them.
The Ghouls, digging after you.
The Ghosts, moaning, rattling
their chains, as they stalk you
across every creaking floor board
and tired house joist.
Keeping you from finding sleep.
They want you to know,
that they know what scares you,
and they will churn your
nightmares
into butter that they can spread
on their
dark breakfast bagel.
Which you can order at any IHop
I think. Although it comes with
cream
cheese rather than nightmare butter,
but still, it’s chilling.
So satisfying, it’s spooky.
Is anything scarier than
advertising?
I’m startled to say the least.
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Picture from: ---- https://bellyfull.net/ghost-toast/
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