Hold onto your hats. We are about to have a lot of fun. Today’s prompt is Face Your Fears. I am not a blood and gore fan. Give me the subtle fear. The kind that sneaks up on you, the kind that could be real. But, I love the fun associated with all the scary creatures of the night. Werewolves, vampires, mummies, zombies, ghosts…yeah. That’s my kind of fun. And movies? Flatliners disturbed me, and I Am Legend scared me to death. After watching that one, I refused to go to sleep until I had turned on ALL the lights in the house (yes, I know…stupid if it had been real) and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. The Ring cracked me up. I don’t know why…and yes, my phone rang after I watched it and I did pick it up. It was my mother. Scariest thing of all. (~wink~) I watch almost every vampire movie made because they are my favorite monster. When I was little I was afraid of The Boogeyman because my mom used that to keep me from getting up at night. And, in my teens, Freddie was my favorite nightmare. The irony of this all is that I have only been to a haunted house once, and that was when I was 13 and I did not like it one bit. I can honestly scare myself better than anyone else. So, why should I go let someone else try? Maybe it’s time I face that fear and go visit a haunted house. I’ll let you know if I do.
A few years ago, however, I did face one of my biggest fears: snakes. I do not like snakes. Me and Indiana Jones have that in common. But, Jack had a school field trip to the zoo and he wanted me to go with him. So, I did. And we visited the herpetarium. There was a zoo employee out with a snake (non-poisonous obviously) and you could go up and touch it. Jack had no fear whatsoever. Walked right up to it and actually pet it. He would have held it, too, if he could have. Me? I was freaking out. My baby was touching the thing I feared. Holy smokes! And then he turns to me and says “See Mom? It won’t hurt you.” My kid was trying to encourage me to be brave. How could I NOT face my fear then. So, after several very deep breaths, I walked up to the zookeeper with the snake, and, with my hand shaking, I touched the snake. It was not as bad as I had feared. I was surprised at how it’s skin didn’t even feel the way I thought it would. It was soft and smooth and warm. Not cold, not scaly, and not slimy. I even kept my hand on it long enough for a couple of pictures. And you know what made it worth it all? The smile on Jack’s face. When I say I would do anything for my kids…just know that I mean it.
So, after sitting for a bit and turning on some mood music, I wrote you a new poem for Halloween, completely inspired by the video my kids love watching at Halloween. Also, I am offering up two other Halloween/scary poems, one written earlier this year and the other written in 1998. And, I’m putting up the two videos I watched/listened to while writing this. Have fun everyone!
P.S. Don’t forget to read it in a scaaaarrry voice. 😉
Calling All the Monsters
By Jessica Scott
Creeping up on silent paws
His shadow crawls along the walls.
Fear his teeth and razor claws…
Quick! Run while he stalls!
The smell of sand and ancient must,
The tenor of his wailing moan,
Wrapped in linen and covered with dust,
You better not be alone.
In the dark you feel that dread
That only happens when he’s near,
For this one is always one step ahead,
The Boogeyman you should fear.
Prince of Darkness, Lord of Night,
Immortal drinker of blood.
Beware, you should, the vampire’s bite,
Your life he nips in the bud.
Monsters and demons , zombies and ghosts,
Fears we try to hold at bay.
But in the dark we become hosts,
And, in return, become their prey.
One Too Many Gothic Stories
By Jessica Scott
Listen close to my twisted tale
Of a night that was cold and dark.
A scream rang out in the sleeping city,
And a dog began to bark.
A wind blew through the deserted streets,
Deserted, or so I thought,
But who could have seen a knife in that hand,
One that looked like the one I’d brought.
I should have known, I should have seen,
The signs were all so clear.
You never see the end of life coming;
You never see the point of the spear.
And so I stand here, dark and cold,
Blood dripping down my blade.
And you, dear Reader, lying there
As your life begins to fade.
By Jessica Scott
A voice calls out to me
And I run
Down the darkened corridor
But there is nowhere to hide.
A hand reaches out,
Grabs my shoulder
And I scream.
Terrified, I turn around
And I am chilled to the core
Of my soul.
I look into the eyes of Death
And I see no reflection
Mirrored in his eyes.
My heart is caught in my throat.
I try to back away
But I am frozen
In Death’s cold grip.
Frightening in his pale face;
I cannot look away.
He reaches into my body
And grabs my soul,
Tearing it from its shell.
I watch my body fall to the ground
And I am struck
By the horror of the scene.
Placed in a bag I forget
Who I am
And I become
A nameless shadow
Of who I was
Forced to play Death’s game