By Gideon Toler
Gliding through the streets,
As they smile in the shadows.
Screeching 'neath the floorboards,
As they dream of hateful hallows.
Peeking out from under things,
Then hiding back away.
Playing with the darkness,
Illusions that make you stray.
Creeping up your back
And pulling at your hair.
Hiding under the bed,
Dissolving into air.
Trav'ling through the vents,
And popping all the bulbs.
My sister ain't that sneaky,
I guess it's just the ghouls.