As Halloween approached each year
All eyes went to one house.
It always had the best displays
That any home could boast.
The owner was a loner/hermit
Who with no one did converse.
But his displays were grander every year,
Most horrid and diverse.
The townsfolk were excited
To see this Halloween display,
But when it was unveiled this year
The scene caused much dismay.
The theme – Vlad the Impaler.
In the yard were wooden stakes.
Impaled on each were mannequins –
Plastic bodies pierced and bloodied,
Gruesome scarecrows one and all.
Many loved it, but some complained,
So town officials came to call.
They knocked upon the old front door,
No answer… knock, knock, knock!
They rang the doorbell – nothing still,
So in the yard, they went to look.
The craftsmanship was stunning,
Realistic but grotesque.
The mannequins just drew them close,
Their posture arabesque.
A putrid smell assailed them,
Flies and bugs buzzed all around.
As they approached the horrid dolls
Nobody made a sound.
One inspector reached to touch a doll –
The soft cold feel of human skin!
Hands suddenly cupped over mouths
Suppressing gasps within.
These weren’t mannequins, but bodies
Of people not long slain,
Victims of a serial killer.
From gory details, I’ll refrain.
The town went into mourning
For the people who were killed,
Though the Halloween Impaler
From their midst is missing still.
But, on another Halloween
Some years and miles away,
A lonely old man cracked a smile
As he set up his display.
by John Hansen © 2022
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