There’s something strange in the air tonight
And it’s messing with my head;
We’re driving to the grocery store
Because we’re out of milk and bread;
The parking lot is empty –
I feel my stomach flutter;
But we must go to the store tonight –
We really need butter!
No monsters in the doorway,
So far, so good;
But I’m just hoping we get right out
As soon as we buy the food.
Mom cruises down the aisles,
Kids right behind;
Is that deli fish staring back at me,
Or am I losing my mind?
The butcher stares as we walk by,
I wish he’d put down that axe!
I feel his eyes, burning and strange
Boring into our backs.
The cashier doesn’t say a word
As she rings up cans of Coke;
She just stares ahead with a zombie’s eyes –
This has got to be joke!
A song is playing over the speakers,
I think it’s called Monster Mash;
All I want is to be safely home
With a bowl of Heavenly Hash.
But wait a second, something’s got my arm!
It’s the creepy guy who mops the floor!
I grab his mop, whack him over the head,
And run after mom to the door.
We race to the safety of the car,
Unload the cart like never before;
Get inside, and now we’re safe –
BUT WAIT! There’s still the dollar store…..
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Submission Name: Ghostery Store
