By Laura Wynkoop
"For all who bravely dare
To learn this haunted sonnet,
May you be made aware
A spell’s been forged upon it."
From spiders to mummies to the elusive Boogeyman, those pages carry just a little of every thing creepy, crawly, and simply undeniable spooky. With a pinch of terror and a splash of humor, readers should be forged right into a shadowy global, the place creatures lurk and nightmares stay. Surprises abound on each web page, ready to tug in readers...sometimes literally...
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Extra resources for An eyeball in my garden: and other spine-tingling poems
Haunted By William Shakespeery Gaunt and ghastly, Greta Lynn Is scarcely bone with paper skin. Her breath is stale and cold as snow, And when she walks, the ravens crow. Poor Greta was a lonely child— She had no friends, she never smiled. In school I called her shameful things— I shouted cruel and painful things. Now every night at twelve o’clock, I hear her shuffling up the block. And every night, she tries my lock, Then gives my door a hollow knock. She calls my name, then thumps the wall. My bedroom quakes and pictures fall.
But where shall I begin my tales? I’ve seen much from this lonely post. Come closer; look me in the eyes, And hear what you should fear the most. Too late! I’ve cast my spell on you! Now you’re a gargoyle just like me; For those who gaze into my eyes Are doomed to keep me company. The Wishing Well By Laura Wynkoop Throughout the dark and creeping woods, there lies a hidden trail That wanders to a wishing well within a misty vale. The local townsfolk, young and old, all know the well is cursed, And those who dare to make a wish had best expect the worst.
We’re grim and gaunt, We love to haunt, We slither through the night. So bite your nails, lock your doors, And hug your pillows tight! 34 Zombie Kid Blues By Edna Cabcabin Moran Being a zombie is cool, And normally I like school. But today’s not my day, I’m sorry to say, I’m falling apart like a fool. While playing baseball outside, I ended up wanting to hide. Though I borrowed a mitt That perfectly fit, It came off with my hand still inside. At lunch, we lined up at the door, Where I was embarrassed once more.