One silent night

When the moon was bright

I was in my bed

Looking at the shed

The door flung open

Then someone said

October 31 has come

Ive  come back from the dead.

A man stepped out

But  he was no ordinary man

For his face was as  pale as the moon

I saw a man  come out of the shed that night

But where did he come from

I guess we’ll never find out.

By J.C