The little boy walked
Up the stairs
That creaked on every step.
He held his nose
To stop the smell
Of old food that was kept.
Then suddenly
He heard a sound
Like one not heard before.
As he shook
And turned around
He heard a slamming door.
But in the dark
He could not see
What creature lay in wait.
Nobody lived here
For many years,
And he knew not their fate.
Behind him then
A step did squeak
And he knew all was over.
So, terrified,
He froze in place
Till it said, "I'm your mother."
MSP
10/25/13
I think that poem just spooked me! Good one, Mary! Happy Halloween!
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