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Halloween By Hannah ( ©1995) Let me tell you of a story back in '68, I had gotten out of bed and it was very late. I crept up to the attic, it was Halloween eve, As I slowly pushed the creaking door I couldn't seem to breathe. And soon my eyes discovered with impending doom, There was something very different in the attic room. But I forced myself to enter much against my will, And the first thing I encountered was the awful chill. The terror in me mounted as I poised for flight, But the door had slammed behind me, I was locked in tight. There were goblins and witches, skeletons & elves And all the little bric-a-brac kept flying off the shelves. And bobbing for the apples from a big tin can Were seven little gargoyles & a headless man. A witch was slowly rocking to a dirge-like beat while tiny shrieking devils poked pitchforks in her feet. The skeletons were making an unearthly sounding clatter, They formed a circle 'round me & my teeth began to chatter. Count Dracula was there and much to my surprise, He turned into a bat that night before my very eyes. All were howling and a'moaning 'til the sun appeared But when I opened up my eyes, I found the room had cleared. You're the first to hear my story of this Halloween Eve, Just go up into your attic, if you don't believe.