Holding On To The Seat Of My Pants (Part 3)

So as the last boy of the night came racing down the narrow walkway

Lined by those bright silver solar lights

He was a cross between a cowboy and a madman like the joker

He was in a hurry his bag was full

He just rounded the corner a little to tight

When he hit one of those small lights with his foot

Smack went the top and crack down the side

The light flickered then it died

The other lights still stayed lit

When he raced up the steps and leaped over the top step

Trick or treat he yelled impatiently

There was no one to answer back

As the door creeked open and then as he went in

Slammed shut !!

I thought I heard more than one voice

Then a muffled sound and then silence

The porch light that has been on all night

Suddenly went out

Did a bulb blow ?

Or was time turning back

The kitchen window was left open

Earlier it had a breeze

Now the stale air started to freeze

I could see the thermometer wedged in the corner of the window

Suddenly the temperature dropped to 5 below

When the neighborhood turned silent

Then one final scream woke up a neighbors dog

She began howling

I could see the the frost cover the walk way with a sheet of thin ice

Then the dog whimpered which was unusual for usually he barks all night

The mist turned into fog and it got thicker and thicker

Soon even the street lights disappeared from sight

Only a few wrappers of candy could be seen

Traveling down the street from an enormous wind

When will Halloween be more than a night of scary adventure

When one woman vanishes right before your eyes and one candy entreprenuer disappears forever