They walk through the darkness
The night creatures
Searching out their prey
With stealth like accuracy
Gathering pace
As the scent gets stronger
Teeth baring
Sharpened claws extended
As the prey await their fate
The hairs go up
A sudden quiet descends
Then the screams reach fever pitch
It’s too late
Surrounded
Nowhere to run
They have you
Trick or treat mister
Blast
Caught again.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
nicely done
Thanks.
You got me Paul a fun read that makes sense to us old timers that have been there and are now there handing out candy. Oh but it was worse I my day when we roamed the neighborhood with wax for windows and screens of those not home or pretending not to be there, toilet paper and chalk to graffiti the driveways telling neighbors here lives a cheap person. Pranks galore for any unsuspecting and no parent supervision until they checked our haul for needles and razor blades.
The good old days. lol
Indeed
Oh, Paul! LOL! Having been on the receiving end of Halloween mischief myself, I can appreciate this one! Those little monsters will get you every time! 🤣🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Sugar rush monsters.
Be ready for them this year.
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