Ghost Walk

The shadows fall
As dark descends
The wind-blown leaves
Their rustle sends
Down quiet streets
Of darkened town-
‘Tis Halloween
So gather ‘round...

I’ll tell you
On this moonlit night
Of things not mentioned
In the light-
This town you know
So well by day,
Familiar streets and houses may
Look bright and charming,
Quaint and old
But listen, my friends,
As the tales unfold...

First stop, here
By this stately home
Where the ghost of girl
Upstairs does roam.
She peers out the window
Some nights, ‘tis said
And when she’s seen
She turns her head...

And down the street
The town Library
(The last place you’d think
You would find something scary)-
The ghost of a lady,
Petite and brown,
Stands reading a book
When no one’s around.

The train station boasts
The ghost of a train
Though only the whistle
Is said to remain
At 3:00 you may hear
Its shrill sound through the air
But when you look...
There’s nothing there.

When it’s summertime
And the Five and Dime
Is busy and in full gear,
If you’re lucky
You may be waited on
By the ghost of a certain cashier.
Discreet and cheerful
She pitches in,
Unnoticed in the fuss-
But the management’s left to puzzle when
Folks ask who this kind lady was.

And now we’ll stop
At the Coffee Shop-
A former bank, you see,
Which is said to harbor
The ghost of a man
Who met his death when he,
Depressed by the Crash of ‘29,
Leapt into Eternity.

In the theater
Next to the Grand Hotel
A rose-scented ghost-
You can always tell
By her fragrance
The Actress’s returned
Somehow,
And refuses to take
Her final bow.

Ah, now you shiver
With cold and fright!
You run for the beam
Of the nearest street-light.
But come, let’s continue
Our frightful walk-
There’s more ghostly tales
Just down the block!