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Well the time has come to announce the winner our little Spooky-Scary Poetry Contest. We had several excellent entries submitted but there couold only be one Spooky Champion of Silly Prose, and that would be: C.T. Murphy, who authored Ocean House Hotel!

Here it is again for your reading pleasure:

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I wait …

Still waiting …

Hmph. ‘Patience is a virtue’, that’s what the Carpenter said.

He carved me out as he sliced up his bread.

He’s dead and so is everyone else in this hotel.

Heaven didn’t want us nor did Hell.

Haunted halls.

Haunted halls.

I continue to wait …

I shouldn’t even be here or thinking these thoughts,

If the Carpenter can hear me then I hope he rots.

I’m just a chair that he carved out of wood,

in this place, I sit and wait with my possessed brood.

Imagine it.

Imagine it.

And we wait …

the clock strikes midnight

… AND THEN

THE DOOR OPENS GENTLY, WHAT A SURPRISE

ITS SOME SORT OF VAMPIRE WITH TWO SORT OF EYES

WE GET INTO POSITION, WE TAKE OUR PLACE

WE HAVE TO BE QUIET IF WE WANT SEE THAT LOOK ON HIS FACE

HE STARTS TO SNEAK BY ME, ALARMED YOU CAN TELL

I JUMP UP AT HIM, HIS FACE TURNS FRAIL

NO ONE EXPECTS A CHAIR TO SPRING TO LIFE

HE STABS AT MY WILDLY WITH THE TIP OF A KNIFE

THE CLOSER HE GETS TO HIS QUEST’S END

THE MORE WE PUT UPON HIM, THE MORE FURNITURE WE SEND

THIS HOTEL DANCES MADLY IN THE SANTA MONICA NIGHT

THIS VAMPIRE IS SUCCESSFUL BUT DAMN WHAT A FRIGHT

And then I sit back down.