~*~ The Little Ghost ~*~

Once upon an autumn night
When the moon was full and the stars were bright

Children gathered on the streets,
Bags in hand and ready for treats.

There were witches, monsters, and werewolves, too,
And the occasional ghosts that giggled “Boo!”

But one little ghost was not like the others,
This little ghost didn’t hide under the covers.

Some say it was because she was poor
That she held a bed sheet and nothing more.

So the witches and monsters called her names,
Using her bed sheet for their mean games.

So the little ghost ran far, far away,
Following white orbs that led her astray.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t be sad
We know how to make you glad!”

Said the white orbs as they danced,
Until the little ghost became entranced.

“We can make you look so scary,
You’ll be feared more than Bloody Mary!”

“Yes, please!” Said the little ghost,
Revenge was what she wanted most.

“Then come with us, if you dare,
You won’t regret it, we swear, we swear.”

So the little ghost followed their glow,
What came after, we’ll never know.

Since then, on every Halloween
A bloodied ghost can be seen,

Holding her bed sheet like before,
A little ghost forevermore.

~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~