An October Horror Story, for dVerse Poets

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An October Horror Story: Hollow E’en

They pound upon my door and wait outside my wall.
One climbs a tree to peer within. I hope he doesn’t fall.
I cower here within my house and pray they’ll go away.
Though I am not religious, eventually I pray.

Their little voices raise a pitch. They start to bay and howl.
There’s a flutter in my heart region, a clutching in my bowel.
I purchased Reese’s Pieces and miniature Kit Kats
just for all these masked and costumed little brats.

My motives were unselfish. The candy was for them,
for I don’t eat much candy in efforts to grow slim.
And yet that bag of Reese’s, those small Kit Kats and such
called to me from where they were sequestered in my hutch.

It started with a whisper, hissing out their wish:
“We would look so pretty laid out on a dish!”
I knew that they were evil. I knew it was a trap.
I tried hard to resist them, my hands clenched in my lap.

I turned up my computer, listening to “The Voice.”
Those candy bars would not be seen till Halloween—my choice!
My willpower was solid. No candy ruled me.
(If that were true, no kids would now be climbing up my tree.)

Yes, it is true I weakened. I listened to their nags.
I took the candy from the shelf and opened up the bags.
Their wrappers looked so pretty put out for display
In one big bowl so colorful, lying this-a-way

and that-a-way, all mixed and jumbled up together.
No danger of their melting in this cooler weather.
I put them on the table, then put them on a shelf
so I would not be tempted to have one for myself.

When people came to visit, I put them by my bed.
Lest they misunderstand and eat them all instead.
Then when I was sleeping, one tumbled off the top.
I heard it landing with a rustle and a little “plop.”

I opened up one eye and saw it lying there
just one inch from where I lay, tangled in my hair.
Its wrapper was so pretty—foiled and multi-hued.
Some evil force took over as I opened it and chewed!

This started a small avalanche of wrappers on the floor
as I ripped and stuffed & chewed & swallowed more & more & more!
This story is not pretty but has to be confessed.
My only explanation is that I was possessed.

They pound upon my door and wait outside my wall,
but I have no candy for them. No treat for them at all.
Surrounded by the wrappers, bare bowl upon my lap,
I think I’ll just ignore them and take a little nap.

I hear them spilling o’er my wall and dropping down inside.
I try to think of what to do. Consider suicide.
They’re coming in to get me. Beating down my door.
They are intent on blood-letting—the Devil’s evil spore.

I guess it’s not the worst death a gal could ever get.
I’ve heard of much worse endings than death by chocolate!

The dVerse Poets prompt is “October.

25 thoughts on “An October Horror Story, for dVerse Poets”

    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      I have learned that I cannot have chocolate in my house…except for the chocolate-covered marshmallow graham cracker cookies I get for Yolanda. Luckily, she loves them and I hate them.

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  4. Dora's avatarDora

    I laughed out loud at this one, Judy! I admit it got a little tense there in the middle as the KitKats and Reeses beckoned, and I admit too that I have a particular weakness for KitKats so naturally, the heroine of this hair-raising tale had all my sympathies. What would October be without such Halloween stories, and this the first one of the season for me?! — thank you. 🙂

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Years ago we started just all contributing big bags of candy and we take it to the entrance of our fraccionamiento and make individual bags for the kids who come from town so they don’t have to climb the big hill to get to the top of our area. We are on the side of a mountain. Makes it easier for the kids plus lets us control things so the same kids don’t keep coming back again for more candy. They each get a big bag of it in one fell swoop.

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  7. jaerose37's avatarjaerose37

    I love how this builds from light- to dark – to hope of light. The carefree rhythm perhaps belies the deeper message whilst making it even stronger for the reader to glimpse at and understand – wonderful ! Jae

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