The House on the Hill: a Halloween Poem

The stranger questioned me

It's empty, and old and full of bats

But I've never gone to see

He laughed and said he'd take me there

If I promised not to scream

Alright, I said I'll tag along

After all, it's Halloween

We walked along the rocky trail

For hours and hours it seemed

Until we made it to the stoop

It was a frightful scene

I hesitated at the door

But no cowardice for me

Into the entry way we stepped

The dust rose up like steam

I turned to ask a question

The stranger was nowhere to be seen

And then a demon floated by

My bowels they turned to cream

I tried to open up the door

But the knob was broke off clean

The house was near completely dark

One solar ray did gleam

It shined onto a leather book

The surface completely clean

The cover flew open to a page

I wished it were a dream

It said death to all who enter here

In your veins our spawn will teem