Halloween Countdown Day 6: Not Alone

A cold dark night

A time for fright

A creeping feeling

All is not right

A cold wind blows

Through trees in rows

In pale moonlight

My shadow grows

I stop and stare

But nothing’s there

Yet still I get

That stiff neck hair

I walk some more

But it’s a chore

As I’m feeling

Chilled to the core

But then I hear

Too very near

Something behind

Something I fear

I start to run

This is no fun

And now I wish

I had a gun

My legs bounding

My heart pounding

Right behind me

Something’s hounding  

I’m headed straight

Right through my gate

I throw it wide

But it’s too late