The Haunted Man

In the genre of recounting horrors There’s nothing sacred in invention. Though corny, gory, trite, or tasteless, The sell-out beats the solemn mention Of those unlucky rendezvous The storyteller knows are true And are of our own dimension. When first I spoke my story, as a salesman, The intention capped at provocation, For conversations persuading … Continue reading The Haunted Man →

The Monster Under the Stairs

Under the stairs lives a fat, fluffy monster With long fingernails he’s embarrassed not to have trimmed. He comes out at night, sniffing the ground like a bloodhound Because his nose is so large and misshapen that he prefers to keep it low and out of your face. He stays under the stairs all … Continue reading The Monster Under the Stairs →