The games of ghosts and scares of the night
Are never the ones I wanted to see.
The howls of the wolves
Or the cooing of the owls
The stories in the dark
With my sister holding the light
Are haunted house visions that give me a
fright.
The haunting music that signals a scare
And the scary stories at bedtime were never my
thing.
My sister, however, was much braver than me
Eagerly waiting for those shows on TV.
She’d keep me up at all hours of the night,
Enjoying my squirming, and always sudden
flight.
Secretly though, I would happily give
My big sister’s longing for moral support.
She was always the happiest the scarier the
tale.
Yet with every review, I would find a way to
bail.
The haunted houses and stories are just not my
thing
But I love my big sister, so I stayed with my eyes closed – listening!
27/10/2021
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Aww, how sweet that you endured scary Halloweens to give your big sister moral support. A lovely Halloween story, Donna-Luisa.
ReplyDeleteThank you Eugenia. Glad you like it...😊
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