The Haunted House

Every town has got a house, That people say is haunted; And every year at Halloween, The townsfolk proudly flaunt it. Our town was like the others, We had a house like that, But it was not a haunted mansion, It was a haunted house out back. Aw ... come on ... a haunted outhouse, I think you joke, my friend; No, no, I truly speak the truth, This is how the tale begins. First off, you know what an outhouse is, They came from days of yore; Before indoor plumbing came along, Folks had to go outdoors. As life progressed, down through the years, Someone built a tiny shack; For privacy and sanitation, They placed it out in back. While that was a vast improvement, There were better things to come, When an enterprising fellow, Discovered how to plumb. He invented plumbing fixtures, Brought facilities inside; Old outmoded outhouses, Then were cast aside. Most everybody trashed his, Except one sentimental soul, Who saved the old shack out in back, Though he covered up the hole. The Historical Society, Deemed it a National Treasure, And they moved it to a local park, For folk's aesthetic pleasure. First the townsfolk scoffed and laughed, 'Til they found a young designer, Who took a palette and a paintbrush, And made their outhouse even finer. He drew a yellow, crescent moon, Upon the outhouse door, And put some stars upon its roof, And then he added more. A dog and cat on front and back, And some flowers, birds, and bees; And vertically upon each side, He painted shrubs and trees. Aha! A thing of beauty now! People looked at it with pride; But, the morning after Halloween, They found it lying on its side. How could this happen? What took place? People were disturbed; The next Halloween the house was found, Tipped over at the curb. Rumors started flying, Someone claimed he saw it move; Others jokingly said, "Gremlins," But no person really knew. So, they posted guards at Halloween, Which had absolutely no effect, Because each morning ever after, It still was moved from where it set. They held an Old Town Meeting, They called experts to the scene, Who analyzed and measured, Then blamed it all on Halloween. Again the townsfolk were upset, For that news was most unwanted; To think their treasured monument, Was an outhouse that was haunted. Well, the outhouse still is moved, Each year on Halloween; Still no one knows how-so it goes, For no one's ever seen! ~ Virginia Ellis ~ Copyright © 2000

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Skeleton Parade ~ Poem

A cute little rendition of "Ten Little Monkey's Jumping on the Bed" ... only with a halloween theme added

Ten little Skeletons
marching in a line,
One got lost in the pumpkin patch,
Now there'e only nine.

Nine little skeletons dancing out the gate,
One tripped over a sleek black cat,
Now there's only eight.

Eight little skeletons,
lead by one named Kevin,
He went on a date with a pretty witch,
Now there's only seven.

Seven little skeletons ready
for treats and tricks,
One flew away on a giant bat,
Now there's only six.
Six little skeletons
parting at Dead Man's Dive,
One fell in a shallow grave,
Now there's only five.

Five little skeletons,
knocking on your door
One ran off, because he was shy,
Now there's only four.

Four little skeletons
prancing around with glee,
One got drunk on cauldron punch,
Now there's only three.

Three little skeletons,
running out of things to do,
One went to play chess with a lonely ghost,
Now there's only two.

Two little skeletons
having Halloween fun,
One got sick off of too much candy,
Now there's only one.

One little skeleton
decided the night was done, Ten skeletons on Halloween night,
Now we have none.
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— greeneyes, Sep 30, 2011


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The Night October Ends

The autumn leaves begin to fade,
As shadows stretch across the glade.
The jack-o'-lanterns lose their glow,
And chilly winter breezes blow.

But where the seaside waters gleam,
We keep alive the autumn dream.
Though calendar pages drift away,
In San Pedro, it is Halloween each day.

Mina the Witch stands guard in style,
With monster masks and a wicked smile.
The curtains rise, the spirits wake,
For every day a spell we make.

No matter when the season blends,
Step inside where the fun never ends,
And linger in the twilight glow,
Where the night October ends...

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