All Hallows

Werewolves do howl For in the darkness they creep alone The zombies like to prowl Scratching and biting they grunt and moan They hunted from moonlit graves They pounced from dark nooks As long as no one misbehaves The ghosts float along avoiding the looks…

Santa Isn’t Real (hour 18, prompt 18)

“What did Santa bring you?” Asked Mommy on the phone. Her eyes were big as saucers as she looked ’round her daddy’s home. Her little heart was broken as she sobbed into the phone, “I must’ve been a bad girl, Mommy…Santa didn’t come.” “No!” Mommy…