The Night With A Ghost Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The Night with a ghost
On Halloween night, we waited till dark.
The old house was dark as could be with no lights.
As we walked to the steps We saw a flash and heard the deadly scream.
The door is open so slowly without our touch as the old piano started to play.
There was no one in sight there, but at the top of the stairs there they stood.
Three ghosts all in white what a site.
As the clock hit midnight, the party did begin.
A bang and a deadly shriek set the pace as we watched the head roll down the stairs.
We heard that screams as they became louder and the ax flew across the room.
Then the door it opens once more. There she stood all in blood and white with no head to be able to say hello.
We heard a HaPpy HallOween from the ghostly three