the woman dressed in dark purple
she grinned ominously as she watched
the children gazing at her
anxiously waiting for her to start
slowly she stroke a huge orange pumpkin
as if it were her own child
"I never thought i would but
falling for a ghost, my little sweethearts,
is not that difficult at all
imagine you are home alone
and you hear doors slamming
are the doors quarreling? "
she laughed ,her voice shrieking
"of course not! ghosts , my darlings
you have to surrender to the fact
that you are falling for a ghost
coz there is nothing else
no, think of them as friends you cannot see
but if you want to make sure;
and leave it on the doormat
then they know you take them serious
and they won't bother you"