08/01/2026
When autumn’s chill begins to creep,
And restless shadows wake from sleep,
Beyond the gate where lanterns glow,
Lies Millbrook Manor… enter slow.
The Reapers stand with silent grace,
Their shadowed hoods conceal each face.
Gargoyles watch from stone above,
Guarding secrets that none speak of.
The Headless Horseman rides once more,
His phantom steed shakes every door.
The restless zombies slowly roam,
Searching still for their way home.
Old pirates haunt forgotten ground,
Where echoes of lost treasure sound.
Skeletons rattle bone to bone,
While giants keep their watch alone.
Twelve and fifteen feet they stand,
Towering high across the land.
Silent sentries through the night,
Their hollow eyes a haunting sight.
The music calls with ghostly sound,
Its haunting echoes all around.
Each chilling note, each distant cry,
Will follow as the night slips by.
Plague Doctors wander through the mist,
As haunted forests twist and twist.
Above, the bats take silent flight,
While spiders weave throughout the night.
Each web, each branch, each ghostly tree,
Hides another mystery.
So tread with courage, hold your nerve,
Stay upon the haunted curve.
Spooky season is coming…who’s ready?! 💀🎃👻
