Hallow's eve you took a walk 
the storys dont scare you
ghosts, ghouls and zombies
you know them all untrue

Another trick or treater
approaching through the night
but then you notice something
no feet he seems in flight

Step into shadows hiding
you breath so quietly 
but now it halts as if to smell
stopped dead as night is he 

He turns your way and tilts his head 
It seems to know your there 
he moves toward you silently
just floating through the air 

A smell of death is on its breath 
like a thousand rotting meats 
the air it chills as it gets close
as if the heat retreats 

Your heart it beats but froze is it 
no fire in it to brawl
only one question now remains
So "Who you going to call?"


© One man