by Julian
11 foot tall Frankensteins,
Ghosts hanging from the trees,
Every time I see it I drop to my knees.
Mist comes out
and lights flash about,
Kids line up waiting to get in.
Enter at your own risk,
But you will never win
One at a time they dare to enter,
Quickly running out to the center.
I start laughing at all the dares,
And now I wonder who is really in there.