They never found her body
If there was a body to be found
With six fingers and six toes,
she was … different
Hence the name. Spooky.
Her mama knew
what others didn’t
she was born with the gift
or a curse
depending on your
Dressed in black,
she was a creature of the night
“Hard one to find,”
proclaimed the detective
Last one to see her said she
floated over the swamp
out of sight
The case had gone cold.
She couldn’t quite shake it
that things were
out of place …
another dead bird
on the deck
in the meadow grass
shadows crossing the
field of a moonlit night
unfamiliar animal tracks
on the road near the house
the growl of her dog
when there was nothing in sight
led to sleepless nights
allowing irrational fears
to creep inside her mind
perplexed, she packed her bags
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!