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 a little of every thing creepy, crawly, and simply simple spooky. With a pinch of terror and a touch of humor, readers might be forged right into a shadowy global, the place creatures lurk and nightmares live. Surprises abound on each web page, ready to drag in readers...sometimes literally...
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Proceed to read this rhyme. You’ll be in lots of trouble. Your skin will turn to slime And slowly start to bubble. ). Your only hope to avoid this fate? Don’t read the ending. . Oops, too late! (Ribbit . . Ribbit .
There’s nothing still on Graveyard Hill When dead men start to wake. 30 Beneath the Stairs By Stella Michel Beneath the stairs where shadows creep, Where spiders crawl and nightmares sleep, The boogeyman’s red, glowing eyes Inspect the darkness for some prize— A zesty bat, a yummy rat. If he’s in luck, a scrumptious cat. The boogeyman adores fresh meat, Things that scratch with skittery feet. Writhing and thrashing inside his jaw, He grinds them up and gulps them raw. When dinner’s through, dessert is due.
As still as stone, it guards the night Until it’s summoned into flight. With spectral wings, it rides the wind To prey on those below. 41 Our Neighborhood By Kevin McNamee Welcome to our neighborhood Where frightful things are seen, When you go trick-or-treating Down our street on Halloween. We’ve candy from the dollar store, At five bags for a buck. That’s what it cost ten years ago. I think it’s moving—yuck! Ms. Johnson saves her pennies, Which she gives out as a treat. I think she stores them in her shoes— Her pennies smell like feet!