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Ring my bell.
I will come to you.
Dressed in lace.
Blue hair fluffed.
Lips pursed.
Silly or sensual?
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Juliette
HAPPINESS
Happiness is a secret.
Happiness is a treat.
Happiness is a book.
What is it for you?
I have a gift for you.
For you and no one else.
It comes in a black bottle.
Elaborate script on the front.
Please accept my gift.
Close your eyes.
And open your mouth.
DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK
My closet holds memories.
It hides my deepest secrets.
It can be dark and dreary.
It can ooze life’s nectar.
I should close the door.
I should never look back.
But I can’t stop myself.
I need to see it once more.
What does your closet hold?
trick
TRICKS OF THE NIGHT
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Night stretches long and silent.
The wind is blowing outside.
Can’t sleep.
Can’t close my eyes.
My eyes can’t stop watching
the dark shadows on the walls.
Shadows that move and sway
with the growing wind.
What is making these shadows?
What is outside my window?
I peek out and see flying branches
and leaves that
take on eerie shapes.
Some resemble bats, while others
take on the form of birds.
One minute they’re here, and the next,
they’re gone.
Should I be afraid?
Should I hide in my room?
Or should I venture outside
to check out the strange shadows?
Maybe I’ll close my eyes and try
to fall asleep.
My imagination could have been working over-time.
But wait! A dark figure is at my window, trying
to get inside. Is it human? It has no face.
Only a shadow in the wind.
So many shadows in the wind.
KNOCK KNOCK
A house with personality.
Its own unique character.
Sitting on a rise of land.
Watching.
Waiting.
Maybe it isn’t the house,
who is watching and waiting,
but the character who lives inside.
Trick or treat.
TRAPPED IN THE BASEMENT
The house is in a run-down area.
From the outside looking in,
I can’t see any lights or
signs of life.
There are screams and shouts
coming from other old houses in the area.
But this house has a deserted look to it.
Like no one has crossed its threshold in years.
But I have to enter.
A note has been sent to me
from someone trapped inside.
But why me?
I don’t know anyone from around here.
I’m all alone.
No one wanted to accompany me.
Am I signing my own death sentence?
Most probably I am.
But I move one foot in front of the other
as I slowly enter the dilapidated house.
The upstairs rooms appear to be empty shells,
where windows and walls have fallen in disrepair.
All there is left is the basement.
I open the door and could only see darkness.
And an awful rotting smell emanates from below.
I’m not going in. Enough is enough, I’m out of here.
A hard push from behind has me falling down the steep
steps to land on the cold, hard basement floor.
I look up at the the only source of light—
the light filtering through the opening of the door.
I can’t see anything or anyone.
Then the door slams shut.
The light is taken away from me.
Now all I can see is darkness.
Then I hear strange squeaking noises
and I feel creatures scurrying across my arm.
They must be rats. I hope they’re not hungry.
I crawl away from the sounds and hit something.
It has an arm and a leg. It feels like a person.
The person isn’t moving or breathing.
I feel around some more and locate his other limbs.
But something is wrong. He has no head.
There’s no blood anywhere, which is strange
considering the head’s been chopped off.
Then I heard groans coming from behind the body.
I could see shadows rising up from the ground.
They looked like people, but without heads.
I begin to crawl back to the stairs to get as far
away from these creatures as possible.
A hand reaches toward me and catches my foot.
It begins to pull me farther into the darkness.
I start screaming and shrieking.
The creatures seem to be getting angry.
They stand up and lurch toward me.
I’m out of control. I’m yelling at them
to leave me alone. I begin throwing objects at them.
I find a crow bar and throw it at a huge figure.
He goes down and begins to cry, “Stop, please stop.”
He sounds human.
The light turns on. I look around.
I’m looking at a room full of zombies, but
they are just staring at me.
The one I hit is sitting on the floor moaning to himself.
One zombie stands up and takes off his head.
Underneath the mask, I was face to face with the cutest boy from school.
“What’s going on?” I shriek at him.
“It is supposed to be a fun prank but it went wrong. No one is supposed to get hurt. It is a Halloween prank.”
“The prank is only on me?” She asked.
“Yes, I’m sorry. No one else was brave enough to join you.”
“I guess it wasn’t such a good idea,” she said.
“Well, if you agree to be my date to the Halloween dance, then it wouldn’t have been for nothing.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m serious. We’d be great fun together.”
He looks at her with his big blue eyes and she is lost.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Brian and you’re Annie.”
“Hi Brian. I guess it’s a date.”
“Come Annie and help us clean up before we get into trouble. Then we could go somewhere to discuss the party.” He takes her hand.
After the clean-up, she goes with Brian for coffee and donuts. She can’t believe how lucky she is even though she’d been almost scared to death. She still doesn’t know why the most popular boy in school wants her. Is there more to this prank that she didn’t know about yet?
WHAT’S REAL?
Is reality on the inside or the outside?
Are we in a drab room,
looking out at the sunset?
Or we standing outside by the water
with a fake room around us?
If we try to leave the room,
will a door shut us in or will
we be able to walk outside?
Where do we want to be?
The room offers shelter and comfort,
while the outside offers adventure and freedom.
Once we know the answer to this question, then
we will know if the walls will lift away for us.
SUSANNE LEIST 