One day, it was a dark and stormy night Oh wait, that's the cliché -- it was actually rather bright Inside the very large estate Of the three Liponates The young daughter, named Eloise Was walking down the hall when she heard a noise A faint murmur, almost not even there So she moved a lot closer to hear Closer, closer, closer she walked Closer, closer, closer she stalked Fluorescent lights shone overhead Hardwood floors were lain down ahead The only thing that seemed out of place Were the pumpkins from the Halloween race These Jack O' Lanterns were almost the same color As Eloise's hair; just a bit duller Each pumpkin contained a dim light But it wasn't lit then; it wasn't yet night Eloise continued without making a sound Because in bandages, her feet were bound So were her arms, her torso and head She looked like a mummy, but it was because she bled Constantly, without stop, and there was no cure She had a disease that would eventually kill her The bandages were her only hope She knew her fate, and so she constantly moped What a terrible fate for the ten year old! How could her God be so bold? Eloise was alone; her parents were gone They were at a convention for mowing lawns She was by herself, but not for a while The event was in the local store's aisles She crept past the pumpkins to the room on the left Where the skeletons were stored, in a closet -- theft Was prevented by a lock on the door Eloise had the key and had locked it before But now, that door was rattling Something inside was battling Against the heavy wood to get out What could it be? Eloise gave a shout "No one is in there! No one at all! Only the skeletons and dust and the walls!" Fear coated her throat, heavy and slick When the bedroom door slammed shut with a click The room was filled with darkness; she struck At the door, but no luck, it was stuck She whirled around, and the pumpkins turned on "That's strange; I thought in here there were none!" Their glowing grins loomed in her mind The only source of light she could find Suddenly, the closet door opened with a thud And the skeletons walked out; it was like a flood There were so many more than what she had thought Double, triple, four times than what she had bought Skeletons can't multiply! Impossible! They can't walk, either! It's not plausible! Those incredulous thoughts ran through her head As she frantically backed towards the bed The skeletons continued, slowly but sure There were enough to soon surround her Eloise screeched loudly for help None came, and she continued to yelp She tripped, and a bandage ripped A bony hand closed over her lips Blood began to run over her eyes Blocking her vision like a disguise For the skeletons, who began To close in, so Eloise ran But Eloise didn't get very far Another one grabbed her, its grip quite on par She was trapped, with nowhere to go Her blood now covered her from head to toe The last thing she heard before she blacked Out, were her parents' cry of, "We're back!" Laqueesha and David walked up the stairs Carrying their bags of lawn mowing wares "Where's Eloise?" they wondered aloud As they went in the bedroom, whose closet was shroud In darkness, so they turned on the light And shrugged at the unordinary sight Skeletons were lined up, none out of place Wearing their witch hats from the volunteer race There were no traces of blood on the floor But on a skeleton farthest from the door There were bandages, but only a few Hanging from the small bones… they never knew They didn't notice the strange amount They didn't even have the idea to count They didn't see the one in the back Tiny, wig orange and witch hat black Skull frozen in a silent scream, and in bold text On a sign clutched in the bony fingers… "You're next."