I sneaked up through the shadows
Just as quiet as a mouse,
And I peeked into the windows
Of a big old haunted house.
Seemed like all the ghosts and goblins
Were having…a crazy ball;
They screamed and chased each other
Down the stairs and through the hall.
They somehow chased each other
‘Til they all were out of breath;
Until all the ghosts and goblins
Had scared themselves to death.
(Especially written for my granddaugter,
Laura May Frye)
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Love it! Great photo! By the way, that backyard is my “happy place.” Forget cocktails on a beach. My happy place is the backyard of Gramma and Grampa’s circa 1976.
My dad has this photo in his collection of pretty nieces. You’re in it a lot, too! ๐
Thanks Angie for posting this one. One of my favorites, I needed a Halloween story for girl scouts. Just asked Grandpa if he could write me one. He went in his bedroom and came out with this one a little while later. He was amazing!!
That’s a great story, Laura. ๐