Dreadfully Delightful: when you willingly subject yourself to terror
I remember the night I grabbed your arm in fear
and you laughed and scolded, “be careful what you wish for, my dear.”
But how was I to know that the old ghost stories were true
that if you called upon the spirits they would find their way to you.
I was told it was a game, played with your closest friends
and that at the stroke of midnight is when the fun begins.
And so we gathered around the table, holding hands by candlelight
and we summoned ghostly spirits from the dark of night.
We delighted in the terror of what we didn’t know
and conjured up spirits from a portal deep below.
Let this be a warning for those who think this fun
once the spirits come for you there is no place to run!