In case you missed our #ScareCX Giveaway for Halloween a couple weeks ago, we got some real bone-chilling entries. We were scared out of our boots by the great writing and spooky aura. They were so good, in fact, that we wanted to make sure everyone got to see our favorite entries! Read on to see the awesome poems our winners wrote.
The creepy, the crawling, the dark of night
This Halloween is gonna be full of fright
Don’t cross a black cat, don’t break a mirror
Call Bloody Mary and she’ll fill you with fear
Stay indoors, with your candy and friends
For if Jason catches you, your life comes to an end
Terror, horror, bloodcurdling screams
This “safe” Halloween night is not what it seems
Lurking around the corners, hiding in the shadows
The mask on their face, scarier than the gallows
A fatal end is up ahead
Stay away from the monsters and away from the dead
Keep to yourself this dreaded night or
there will be bloodshed.
He speaks to me sometimes, you know?
That voice that haunts your dreams.
A little whisper comes to me.
I like him.
From your closet, you feel his eyes.
His scratchy breath, his breath like death.
But while he makes your senses scream.
We have tea parties.
I don’t know why he likes me.
But I know why I like him.
Because if I didn’t like him.
Then I’d be very alone indeed.
Mother says it’s good to be kind.
But he is often cruel.
He says such awful things to me.
Sometimes I cry.
Oftentimes I feel alone.
When friends are mean.
When Papa left.
Some would think I’m unhealthy.
To befriend my fear and sorrow.
But what can I saw? What else can I do?
Floorboards creak like the groans of tortured men
Tree branches scrape windows with loud squeals
The wind howls through the cold, dark night
And all children who lie awake shudder in bone-deep fright
The King of All Hallows’ Eve creeps through the fog
His Royals, ever faithful, exhume from the soil
And together, they slink through the darkened streets,
Once lit by jack-o’-lanterns, and alive with the giving of treats
One by one, His Royals sneak into the houses
Cloaked by shadow, they snatch up every child awake
And one by one, each fades into the night, taking their precious cargo
With the King standing overhead, staring greedily down at the souls that will his life prolong
See, the naughty children of Earth, God saves not
And the King of All Hallows’ Eve takes them as his own
Either to snuff out their life’s bright light, still so bold,
Or to turn them into his soldiers, and welcome them into his fold
This is why we tell young children to stay in bed, tucked in safely,
Else they be snatched up by those who lurk on Halloween night
To never be seen or touched again by Precious Sun’s light
A dark, evil presence raids the room
Of heavy impudence and distress
Our sanity, as we’re led into the world of
The spirit board.
Deep, eerie sounds in the distance
Stomach churning, hands trembling to resist this
Cold aura roaming, heavy and slowly
Around our circle of devil’s glory.
In the asylum, fingers converge—
Skin to planchette,
A method of course.
A menacing sadness,
Bones contorted, joints split in sides.
Characteristics of a possession have gone carnage
Our souls, indeed.
Her piercing cry,
Of a Latin alibi.
Scratch, scratch he’ll scribble the walls
Pencil no good, he’ll settle with nails
Red ink, red ink it’ll mark his crimes
Scream he would, but they silenced his wails
His sanity, long gone
Set sail it did, in the dead of night
Darkness came to be his only light
As blackened fingers traced his red words
Evidence of his wrongdoings
A maniacal smile etched his features
Lack of remorse as plain as day
The words of evil they call it
The words of art he’ll name it
Fear compelled those who read it
Heed my words and heed them clear
His sins never left
For how could they?
They were his dearest friends
Yet, lonely they were
And cried out for more, they begged
Screams that ate at him like a plague
And who was he to deny?
For they were his only friends
He’ll sedate their loneliness
As many innocents find their endings
He’ll do it again, and again he thought
Jaden—“Season of Spirits”
It is the season of spirits
Weeping, forgotten at their graves.
The season of haunting,
Howls, and wandering witches—
Of swaying branches and
Their falling leaves
Leaving them bare and
Bared to the dark moon
It is the season of abandoned
Homes and empty attics;
The season of creaking doors and
Rattled rattling windows.
It is the season of bonfires at
Midnight and stars and the moon.
It is the season of spirits.
I was all dressed up and ready to trick or treat
I met my friends, we hit the street
At the first house I rang the bell
Not knowing that I was unleashing hell
With anticipation the door creaked open
For it was candy that we were hopin’
But the horror we saw we couldn’t grapple
Before us was a choice: an orange or an apple
A huge thank you to all participants—we loved reading your poems!