Oh Hallowed Eve
1.
In a darkened theatre with eyes hidden behind a coat
I listened to the screams of the tortured.
“I want to play a game.” Jigsaw said.
Horror drowned my heartbeat,
my ears rang, my breath was shallow.
I jumped to my feet.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” I whispered.
My shoes echoed on the linoleum floor
I looked over my shoulder expecting to be attacked.
No one was there…
Hands frantically waved to produce a drop of water.
God I hate these sensor activated water facets!
A woman entered as I turned to leave,
my heart leapt into my throat
as we both screamed bloody murder.
I crept back to my seat feeling my way through the darkness
in time to see a woman’s head explode on the big screen.
Jigsaw’s torture replayed in my mind
as we drove home through dark Oleander streets.
Gaslights flickered in the darkness,
shadows moved beneath the trees.
Was Jigsaw out there? I wondered.
A woman screamed.
I looked up to see an aberration walking beneath the trees
Her long blonde hair flowing ghost like to her knees.
“Did you see that?” I asked.
“What? Where?” You searched the darkness.
There was nothing there…
only the remnants of a ghost story in the night
on oh Hallowed Eve.

2.
A black cat’s eyes glowed ominously at my door
“Scat!” I stomped my foot.
Unmoved, it stared right through me.
A shiver went up my spine as I debated crossing its path
on oh Hallowed Eve.
Jack-o-lanterns sat in half death
viewing the world through moldy eyes and rotting souls of damned relationships.
I need to get rid of those. I thought.
I pulled the lamp chain on my computer desk,
darkness…
A sign? I wondered.
I found a light bulb in a kitchen drawer
SMACK! A broomstick fell to the floor behind me.
I jumped, dropping the light bulb on the kitchen tile floor.
It shattered into a million unforgivable pieces.
“Who’s there?” I shouted at the empty room.
No response…
only the eyes that glowed at me through the window, spoke.
“Stupid cat!” I grabbed the broom and swept glass.
I threw out the pieces with yesterday’s news.
Online I looked at photos of Poe’s grave and wrote to a Raven
before settling in with my Halloween men: Tim Burton and Johnny Depp.
Only in a stop-motion film can the living marry the dead.
“Can a heart still break after it's stopped beating?” A corpse bride wondered.
Only on oh Hallowed Eve... I thought.
Heads rolled in a dark sleepy hollow
“It was a horseman… a dead one… headless!” Johnny Depp huddled beneath sheets.
This was more my speed...
on oh Hallowed Eve.  posted by Matildakay at 10:52 PM