Halloween Haunting
Day after day
I passed by the Vineyard Country Inn.
I cannot say
what it was that made me stop in.
This Inn was old.
It had been deserted for years.
Today, I felt bold.
Probably courage helped by a few beers.
As I drew near
the Inn itself seemed to coax me on.
With a hint of fear
I felt like turning & ‘color me gone’.
But, I went on.
I stepped on the porch and heard a squeal.
I stopped still.
I was ready to spin on my heel.
I had no will.
Then, I saw the step made the squeal.
I tried the door.
With a shudder it opened with a squeal.
There, on the floor.
Was odd looking tracks as if made by a wheel.
A mystery to see.
Like made by a unicycle rode by a clown.
What could it be?
There was no sign of anyone around.
Should I go in?
Should I leave this place, never to return?
Curiosity won again.
My desire to solve this mystery burned.
I go inside.
The single wheel track goes to the left.
Stepping with pride,
I follow the trail that might lead to death.
Near the wall
I find a deep dish pizza pan upside down.
But, that’s not all.
The pan said: PIZZA HUT We deliver all over town.
—————————————————–R. W. Johnson—– (2010)