Reels of the Haunted Night: A Halloween Movie Marathon

The pumpkins flicker, candles gleam,

A chill runs through the air—

The moon ascends, a silver dream,

And laughter whispers, “Dare?”

 

Bowls of popcorn piled high,

Blankets tangled on the floor,

The clock strikes eight, the wind blows by—

It’s movie night once more.

 

We start with Halloween, of course,

Where Michael stalks the lane,

His mask as blank as his killing course,

Pure silence in his reign.

 

The shadows stretch, the babysits end,

Laurie hides with shaking breath—

The music hums, no place to fend,

A symphony of death.

 

Then cue the boiler room’s red glow,

A Nightmare on Elm Street plays—

Where dream and waking intertwine,

And Freddy’s glove will raze.

 

We hold our eyes, afraid to blink,

Lest he claw through the screen,

And half-asleep, begin to think—

Did I just hear him scream?

 

Friday the 13th follows soon,

By Crystal Lake’s cold shore,

Campers laugh beneath the moon—

They won’t laugh anymore.

 

Jason waits, his vengeance set,

A mother’s voice still cries;

The TV hums, the couch grows wet—

From spilled Coke… or our sighs.

 

Then Scream begins—so self-aware,

The meta fear and jest,

“Don’t run upstairs! Don’t go out there!”

And yet they fail the test.

 

Phones ring out like phantom calls,

The Ghostface grin appears,

We clutch our snacks as tension sprawls,

Our laughter masks our fears.

 

We take a breath, a lighter turn—

Psycho's next to play,

Old Norman’s house on the hill we learn

Still smells of yesterday.

 

The shower scene, that violin shriek—

We gasp and hide our eyes,

But peek between our fingers weak,

As Janet Leigh still dies.

 

Then, from terror to a smile,

We cue a softer sound:

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown,

The sweetest haunt around.

 

Linus waits beneath the stars,

Believing with his heart—

While Snoopy’s flight through phantom wars

Feels timeless, quaint, and smart.

 

But wait—before we lose the fright,

We dim the lights much deeper,

For Thriller glows in red delight—

The undead start to creeper.

 

Vincent Price laughs, Michael spins,

The graveyard dancers sway—

We join their moves, like phantom twins,

And moonwalk fear away.

 

A flash of green, a proton beam!

It’s Ghostbusters on the screen,

Ectoplasm, traps, and team—

Comedy between the screams.

 

“We ain’t afraid of no ghost,” we shout,

As marshmallow snow descends,

And even though the lights are out,

We feel we’ve made new friends.

 

Then gothic charm and clicking hands—

The Addams Family appears!

With Gomez’ love and Wednesday’s plans,

We giggle through our fears.

 

Morticia sighs in candlelight,

Lurch groans his solemn tune,

And for a moment, all feels right—

A cozy, spooky room.

 

But chaos comes with sandworm cries,

And Beetlejuice bursts through—

A carnival of ghastly lies,

A grin both weird and true.

 

“Say it thrice!” we chant with glee,

As madness fills the air,

He breaks the screen—reality!—

And leaves us grinning there.

 

Next, we dive to Gothic gloom,

In Bram Stoker’s Dracula’s lair,

Where crimson drapes and candle fume

Perfume the ancient air.

 

Old love reborn in shadow’s kiss,

A curse both sweet and dire,

We watch transfixed in trembling bliss,

The heart consumed by fire.

 

At last, the final film begins,

As midnight fades to gray—

The Rocky Horror Picture Show spins in,

To end the haunted play.

 

We dance in fishnets, toast and rice,

With Time Warps on repeat,

No movie night could be so nice,

So spooky, strange, and sweet.

 

The credits roll, dawn starts to rise,

The jack-o’-lanterns sigh—

We stretch and yawn with weary eyes,

Beneath a paling sky.

 

Twelve tales of fright and laughter blend,

A marathon complete—

Till next year’s chill returns again,

And calls us to repeat.