I’M THE SQUEAK UPON THE STAIR...
by
Greg Pincus
I’m the squeak upon the stair...
Yet when you look, there’s no one there.
Yet when you look, there’s no one there.
I’m howling winds, groaning floors,
Extinguished lights, slamming doors.
I’m flitting shadows, darkening skies,
Piercing screams, distant cries.
I’m all your fears – heard, felt, or seen.
I’m in your head. I’m Halloween.
I love Halloween! Now... on to the next holiday:
Totally making one of these bad boys. |