I met a vampire on Halloween
Who said, “why don’t you scream!”
I said to Lake,
“Pass me that stake”,
Which caused that vampire to scream!”
I met a vampire on Halloween
Who said, “why don’t you scream!”
I said to Lake,
“Pass me that stake”,
Which caused that vampire to scream!”
When I met a ghost in a churchyard
Who said, “being dead is so very hard!
I always try to be friendly,
But everyone’s so scared of me!”,
I ran at great speed from that churchyard!
I shiver in the churchyard on Halloween.
I have seen
No ghosts, just the open church door.
I am sure
There is nothing there to scare me,
Just ancient bones
Decaying under cold old stones.
It is said
The dead are forever dead.
Yet, when I leave the graves behind
I find the same mundane
Old suburban street, trodden by living feet,
Where quivering and shivering cease.
I met an old man named Fred
Who said, “I am long since dead”.
I offered him toast
But, being a ghost,
He screamed and took off his head!
When a young man named Dave
Decided to shave on a grave,
And a ghastly ghoul
Called him a fool,
He gave that knave a shave!
I am a rational man.
Ghosts and ghouls are for fools.
But, at boarding school
Was it pipes at night
Which slowly cooled
And housemasters whose shoes squeaked
And made floors creak?
Or ghastly ghouls?
Sometimes at night I delight
In tales of vampires.
But, when I retire
I feel the creeping chill
Of imagined hands.
And no man can command
What may come in dreams.
There once was a most strange ghost
Who spent all his time eating toast.
I don’t know why
As after you die
You have no need to eat toast!
There are no ghosts amidst these trees
Just an autumn breeze. and bittersweet memories.
At close of day
They say
That ghosts pass through walls.
And, when darkness falls
Cheap perfume
Fills the lonely man’s bedroom.
But ghosts,
Leave no notches on bedposts.
“You know that I never wanted to buy the house in the first place, don’t you!”, he said.
“Don’t I just. You’ve never stopped wittering on about how you hate it here since we moved in! In fact I remember arguing all night before you finally gave in and agreed to sign the contract. Why the hell did you agree if you hate it here so much? Don’t tell me, its because it was so bloody cheap. That’s you all over, you’ve never been able to resist a bargain, even though your loaded, with all that dosh you got when your gran died!”, she said.
“Call me all the names you like. I’ve never felt comfortable here. There’s that strange whirring noise I heard when we first looked around here. I can hear it now. It gives me the heebie jeebies.
There’s that room downstairs as well. You open the door and its always cold in there, whilst the rest of the place is, I have to admit warm. Its not natural, that chill, I hate going anywhere near that room.
There’s that strange light also. It comes on whenever anyone opens the door to that place. I think we’ve inherited a ghoul. In fact I’ve half a mind to put the place on the market tomorrow morning!”, he said.
“Inherited a ghoul! How many times do I have to tell you, that’s the walk-in freezer Mrs Michaels included in the sale …!”.