***WARNING: GORY HALLOWEEN POEM***
The detective enters the room
and instantly senses an aura of gloom.
Splashes of crimson red
across the room, it’s spread
all over the walls and floor.
He searches closer for more.
There is no body here,
yet the evidence is clear.
In the center of the room: a chair
He circles around it with a piercing stare
Coiled around it are heavy chains and handcuffs
Furrowing his eyebrows in disgust
Continuing to further explore
JUMPS when he hears a knock on the door
coming from the closet, he sees
doorknob is rattling, now he’s weak in the knees
“HELP!” a woman’s voice shrieks
The door swings wide open, and what does he see?
A skeleton hangs, flesh melted to the ground
A hand reaches and takes the detective down.