Spooky was a friendly ghost. He wanted to play the very most. He always was a special host. No haunting he could truly boast. He stayed in the attic, you knew he was there. I was forever looking up with an odd little stare. Sometimes, all I could do was stand and glare. He would laugh and giggle to my dispair. He wanted me to come up and look around. Everytime I did, he couldn't be found. I would tiptoe up without a sound. I could never catch him, he was thin air bound. On Halloween, he tried to fool us all. We heard the boo's, and things would fall. We didn't pay attention, but we heard his calls. Happy Halloween, hope you have a ball! Written by: S. Matheson Halloween 2001