I step towards the haunted house
high up on the hill
casting weird shadows
even in day light
Bats fly round the turrets
ghosts scream in the rooms
headless zombies scuttle
in the dying undergrowth
The butler answers the door
his head under his arm
bowing to the guests
showing his open neck
Heavy chains rattle in the hallway
to the sound of heavy footsteps
the ghostly man turns to look at me
I see his pain
I turn away from the haunted house
and run away down the path
the sound of chains follow me
like haunting dreams
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/026-halloween-by-day/
