The screams
on the wind
swirl
through the darkened
neighborhood
streets and
corridors of
deceit.
Was it a
cat?
Was it a
cry?
Was it a
woman?
Was it a
guy?
The hair on
your neck is
at
attention, you shiver
and shake as
you peek
into the moonless
night.
Who is
there?
Who could it
be?
What do you
want?
What do you
need?
Nothing
there, but the
cold wind,
rustling the
leaves in
the trees, a dying
chorus of
awful applause.
Such a
noise.
Such a
sound.
Such a
night.
Such a
fright.
A raging
wind, angry
with panic,
carries more
moans and
cries, more
sorrows and
pains.
Oh my.
Oh Dear.
Oh heavens.
Oh no.
A pulled up
collar and a
bundled coat
are no defense
for the
chilling, echoing
terrors of a
Halloween night.
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