There’s a world that is intangible except at Halloween. It teems with banshees and with ghosts at other times unseen. Strange monsters with long fingers and pumpkins for a head lurk inside your closet, hang out under your bed.
When they finally emerge, it does no good to shout. They’ll grab you in their mighty grasp and turn you inside out. Put your arms outside the covers or one foot on the floor, and you’ll provide a tasty lunch the monsters will adore.
For once they have a single limb securely in their clench, they’ll have you all in seconds. Your destruction is a cinch! Though Halloween is much beloved by all you candy lovers, Once at home and snug in bed, best stay beneath the covers!
When wind howls like a banshee to fill the dark night air and monsters lurk in closets or in creakings up the stair, when your brother knows they’re out there––these creatures he can’t see, when nightmares wake you up at night and you have to pee but daren’t leave your bed in fear those creatures will come “getcha” (all those night-born monsters that come out at night to fetch ya,) or when sister wets the bed again and seeks a drier nest, for lying on her soggy sheets, she knows she’ll never rest–– it’s times like these when all the kids form a small tribunal and determine that their parents’ bed should be declared communal.