Storyteller's
Favorite Scary Stories
An old tomcat went struttin' out on a darkened Halloween.
Upon a fence he took his rest and gazed upon the scene.
The moon was full, the stars were lit, the breeze was swirlin' round,
All Hallows Eve was blowin' in then he heard a dreadful sound.
Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat - Give us something sweet to eat!
Their capes were dark and flowin', their teeth were sharp and white.
They carried bags of candy full from beggin' all the night.
A bolt of fear shot through him and he arched his back to spring,
For he saw the vampires comin' hard and heard the doorbell ring.
Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat - Give us something sweet to eat!
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their costumes made them sweat.
They're runnin' hard from house to house; more candy they must get.
They're goin' to run all evening through streets and neighborhoods
Til finally they'll arrive at home and begin to munch their goods.
Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat - Give us something sweet to eat!
The vampires passed on by him but one stopped to fix his shoe.
The tomcat leapt upon him but this vampire knew kung fu.
He reached and grabbed and that old cat let out a mournful cry.
As this vampire let out his wail in the cold October sky!
Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat - Give us something sweet to eat!
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of El Dorado. But he grew old This knight so bold And over his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like El Dorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow. "Shadow," said he, Where can it be- This land of El Dorado?" Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied If you seek for El Dorado!?
Men’s hearts blacken over time,
True men can be turned to crime,
And very soon, against reason and rhyme,
Snuffed is life, once in its prime.
The mind fights back – then succumbs.
Something wicked this way comes.
Dark clouds gather from afar
Blotting out sun and moon and star.
Evil skies; boil like tar
Lightning flashes near and far.
Fury’s storm – the air nearly hums
Then something wicked this way comes.
Beneath the clouds of boiling mire,
A man – his small eyes bright with fire,
Moves toward us – doesn’t tire.
Consequences may be dire!
The unheard sound of his heart drums
Now something wicked this way comes.
His brother’s keeper he has been.
But now his face with ghastly grin
Hides a mind that harbors sin
And thoughts of violence deep within.
It’s true that wisdom, evil numbs
For something wicked this way comes.
Second in line, he was born.
Memories of youth, neglect and scorn.
Wealth in greater measure borne,
By brother, older and first-born.
Youth hides the curse that age becomes
‘Til something wicked this way comes.
With cruel stroke blood is drawn.
To evil, his hand’s but a pawn.
All inhibitions are withdrawn
In rage his mind and sense – long gone.
A tune of death this evil strums
When something wicked this way comes.
The brother’s life and wealth are lost.
HE gained the goods at any cost.
The end finds his soul double-crossed
By his own hand, he pays the cost.
Goodness keeps watch and overcomes
Still something wicked this way comes...
I wrote Something Wicked
after reading the famous line in MacBeth. It's a little creepy and it usually
works best for an adult crowd.