A Cryptic Tale
The Time Has Come-
The time has come, the hour’s near
when all the things that mortals fear
will leave their graves and mummy cases
and brush the mould from off their faces.
All Hallows Eve, the time when all
the ghosts and ghoulish monsters call.
Restless spirits, the un-dead too.
They’re looking for someone, perhaps it’s – YOU!
They all are doomed for eternity.
But once they lived, like you and me.
Did you never think when a hearse goes by,
that one fine day, you’re going to die!
And you’ll be buried in the ground
with other corpses all around.
Then come the worms and they’ll crawl in.
Some of them long and some of them thin.
They’ll enter your mouth, your eyes and ears too
and Oh what a mess they will make of you!
They’ll tear at your flesh and as you get thinner,
for all you are now, you’ll be just a worm’s dinner!
The Witchmaster's Song
I’m the Master of the Witches,
The Witchmaster am I.
The crones all do my bidding,
for I have the ‘Knowing-Eye’!
The ‘Knowing-Eye’s’ their source of power,
without it they are lost.
And whilst I am its keeper
they defy me at their cost!
I teach them all their magic spells,
their secret incantations.
Of mystic signs and wishing wells
and creating conflagrations!
From me they learn of pentacles,
the runes and crystal scrying.
Of herbal brews and deadly stews
and even broomstick flying!
Yes, I teach them all the secrets
of aerial suspension.
And some I teach to fly around
and in the Third Dimension!
The hags all do my bidding
and on me they must rely,
for I’m the Master of the Witches,
keeper of the ‘Knowing-Eye’.
My great-aunt married a man that no one really knew.
One night she had this strange feeling
that someone was watching her and she woke up.
She saw what appeared to be her husband hovering over her,
but it was not him.
He red eyes, and what looked like a cape wrapped around him.
Thinking she was still asleep, she yelled his name.
He floated back to his side of the bed and returned to his normal shape.
They are no longer married.
DEATH MAY NOT BE THE END!
when it’s time to go upstairs to bed?
He gives us all a fright
in the middle of the night.
It’s the Master of the Great Undead!
Comes the dawn, he climbs into his coffin.
He prefers it to a comfy bed.
A glass of water underneath
is where he soaks his teeth!
He’s the Master of the Great Undead.
He spends his time in crime in search of victims.
A soft and tender neck is what is what he seeks.
He will cause you little pain
as he sinks his fangs in vein!
And your blood he’ll drink from where it leaks!
Don’t be surprised if he tries to befriend you.
He’ll promise you the earth to turn your head.
But he’s not up to any good,
all he’s after is your blood
He’s the Master of the Great Undead.
He'll invite you for a 'bite' up to his castle,
A four course meal is what you'll feel he said.
But the bite that's on his mind
is of a different kind
It is liquid and distinctly red!
You’ll notice that he’s always dressed for dinner.
A smart bow-tie and tails is what he sports.
No need to study the menu,
The main course will be…..You!
Followed by a glass of vintage Port.
So now I hope you all will heed my warning.
Your life may only hang just by a thread.
If he offers you, ‘a peck’,
you must not expose your neck
to the Master of the Great Undead!
Barn Owls were thought to be the animal messenger
of wizards and witches,
and some witches were even said to
ride on owls rather than broomsticks.
They were also associated with ghosts.
A spider crawls upon its web
Up in a tree where it is spread
Entangled in a web of doom
tick - toc- tick - toc- the "witching hour" is near
A few years ago, the woman and her family had just moved
to a new house somewhere in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.
One night, her baby son was crying
so she got out of bed and went to see him.
Suddenly, the baby stopped crying.
The woman knew that he must have fallen asleep so she went back to bed.
A few hours later, the baby cried again,
so she got up and went over to check again.
As she opened the door to her son's room, she saw a boy,
about 6 or 7 years old, calming the baby down.
When he saw the woman, he disappeared.
The woman was shocked and
later told her neighbors what happened.
The neighbors already knew about the ghost and
told her that there was a boy who died from an illness,
about 80 years ago,
and was buried under the exact place where her baby son's room is.
A Graveyard Wager
A group of young girls were having a slumber party one night
and began to exchange ghost stories.
One girl claimed that the old man who had been buried earlier
that week in the graveyard down the street had been buried alive.
She claimed that if you tried, you could hear him still scratching at the lid of his coffin.
The other girls called her bluff and told her that she wouldn’t do it.
They said she was too afraid to go down there to the grave that very night.
They continued to challenge her and eventually she gave into
the peer pressure and accepted their challenge.
Since she was going to go alone, she needed to prove to the
others that she actually followed through with the task.
She was supposed to take a stake with her and drive it into
the ground so the next day the girls would know that she had been to the grave.
She headed off to the gravesite, stake in hand, and never returned.
The other girls assumed she had "chickened out"
and had just gone home instead.
The next morning as they passed the graveyard
they saw her there at the old man's grave.
She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground
and when she tried to run from the grave, she couldn’t...
she died of fright right on the grave!
The unearthly shrieks, cries and hisses of the Barn Owl
(and its association with churches) may have given rise
to a widespread association of owls with all things evil -
an owls' wing was a key ingredient in the witches brew that troubled Macbeth
Trick or Treat
SPOOKY tales of horror,shock, terror...
Black horizons drape the October field.
Streets are mazes, where the candlelight shies.
Shutters slumber closed and doorways are chilled,
Where night birds perch, rocking prophetic eyes.
And as the birds take flight to find the moon.
The Hunt
Lightning thundered across the scary dark sky,
when the lightning flashed!The barn owl taking off from its vantage point,
high up on the cliff sides,
with its head pointed like a laser light on its prey,
let out a long drawn screech.
with its head pointed like a laser light on its prey,
let out a long drawn screech.
The owl flaps it’s wings silently and swings its feet back and forth.
Then, just before its head collides with the ground and the unsuspecting prey,
the barn owl throws it’s head back, thrusts its feet forward
and sinks its razor sharp talons deep into the body of the prey.
There once was a crazy ghost over Poughkeepsie way that got folks
so plumb scared that nobody would stay more than one night in its house.
It was a nice old place, or was,
until the ghost began making its presence known.
It got so no one would enter the house, not even kids on a dare,
and you know what they are like!
Now when my friend Joe heard a fancy old house in Poughkeepsie
was selling dirt cheap, he decided to go have a look.
He asked me about it and I told him about the spook,
but Joe just laughed. "I don't believe in ghosts,"
he said and went to visit the agent selling the house.
Well, the agent gave Joe a key,
but refused to look at the old house with him,
which should have told Joe something. But Joe's a stubborn man
who won't listen to reason. He even waited until after dark
to visit the house for the first time, just to prove his point.
Joe got to the house around nine p.m. and he entered the front hallway.
It was a large entrance and well-proportioned, but neglected-looking,
with creepy cobwebs and dust everywhere.
As Joe paused near the door to get his bearings,
he heard a thump from the top of the staircase facing him.
A glowing leg appeared out of nowhere and rolled down the steps,
landing right next to Joe's feet. Joe gasped out loud and stood frozen to the spot.
An arm appeared and rolled down to meet the leg.
Next came a foot, then another arm, then a hand.
Glowing pieces of body kept popping into existence
and plummeting down the steps towards Joe.
Joe held his ground a lot longer than anyone else ever had,
but when a screaming head appeared at the top of the steps
and started rolling towards him, Joe had had enough.
With a shriek that could wake the dead -
those that weren't already up and haunting the house that is -
Joe ran for his life; out of the house, out of the street,
and right out of town, leaving his car behind him.
He called me the next day and asked me to drive his car
down to the motel where he had spent the night.
Joe was headed back to Manhattan and refused
to come within fifty miles of Poughkeepsie ever again.
The agent gave up trying to sell the house after that,
and the house fell into ruin and was eventually torn down.
One day when I was home alone a parcel was left at the door
I opened it and there was a box. Inside there were puzzle pieces.
I didn't think much of it and left it at that.
Later that night when I was in bed and I heard noises outside my window.
Scared, I decided to solve that strange puzzle to keep my mind off of the spooky noises
As I was putting it together I realized that the puzzle was of my bed room
scared and yet curious I continued to solve the puzzle.
Until I noticed that I was in the puzzle solving a puzzle and
that there was a tall dark man outside my window holding a knife!!
Totally freaked and dazed,
I looked slowly up at my window and there he was
the man from the puzzle looking at me!!
I screamed as loud as I could
and ran into the lounge and tried to tell mum what had happened.
She completely ignored me like I was invisible or something.
That was when I realized she COULDN'T see me.
Horrified I ran outside only to feel a sharp pain right in my back
I turned expecting the man from the puzzle.
As soon as our eyes met.........I woke
They say that bats come out at night
But don't be overcome with fright.
Ghoul Eveening 
One morning, John Sullivan found himself walking along a street downtown.
He could not explain what he was doing there,or how he got there, or where he had been earlier.
He didn't even know what time it was.
He saw a woman walking toward him and stopped her.
"I'm afraid I forgot my watch," he said, and smiled.
"Can you please tell me the time?"
When she saw him, she screamed and ran.
The he noticed that other people were afraid of him.
When they saw him coming, they flattened themselves against a building,
or ran across the street to stay out of his way.
"There must be something wrong with me," John thought.
"I'd better go home."
He hailed a taxi, but the driver took one look at him and sped away.
"This is crazy!" he said to himself.
John did not understand what was going on, and it scared him.
"Maybe someone at home can come and pick me up." he thought.
He found a telephone and called home, expecting his wife to answer.
Instead, a strange voice answered.
"Is Mrs. Sullivan there?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, she isn't," the voice said.
"Her husband died a few days ago in a horrible car crash,
she's at his funeral."
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