Halloween isn’t really something that we celebrate in our family, especially now that the kids have grown up. However, having said that, I do enjoy a spooky story (I grew up reading Stephen King) so thought I might share one on Poetry Friday which is being hosted today on Tabatha Yeatts’ blog.
I hope you enjoy – At the end of the street…
Well-done tale for rainy and windy Halloween night!
A surprise ending!
I was struck by the tree with one dead leaf (in June, no less!) and the black cat and the “bag of grief.” No wonder the house was spooky.
Well yes, you would be, but here in Oz June is winter 🙂
Ugh, me! I will keep trying to remember that 🙂
I recognised your poem as I started reading and wondered where I’d previously read it. Of course, it was in Spooktacular Stories. Well done!
Yes love it when you can give new life to old work 🙂
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Really fun story, and scary!
Thanks Linda. Glad you liked it 🙂
That is a spooky story! I got goosebumps reading it.
Thanks Kay – glad I was able to spook you!
This was delightfully terrifying – just perfect for the Halloween season!
What a wonderful, spooky tale, it pulls you in and won’t let you go, thanks!