An Eerie But True Tale On the Night Before Easter.

Shutting down everything just before bed, I noticed one of my large fish was dead. Lying on the bottom like a big old rock, I wedged him in the net like an ill fitting sock. I walked outside under a creepy moon, and quickly startled a scrounging raccoon. My intention was to toss the carcass away, so as not to deal with it later today. In shorts and a t-shirt, the night air was cool, and to a peeking tenant, I  looked like a fool. 

At two in the morning, the silence was loud, and the late night darkness felt like a shroud. I looked behind me into the black, and I swear the motel was looking back. I quickened my pace towards the property's edge, and stopped when I reached the sloping ledge. As I prepared to hurl the fish into the marsh, I heard in the distance a sound most harsh. A snarling, growling horrid sound, as if from a pack of demon hounds. This caused my fish throwing to quickly suspend, and my three remaining scalp hairs stood on end.

Amidst the sound of this ghastly roar was another sound I truly abhor. I heard a piercing, shrieking of pain, as if some animal were being slain. The screaming continued, and the growling as well. Surely I was hearing one of the circles of hell. The fighting echoed from deep in the trees, and swirled around me in the chilly breeze. I could see the water from where I stood, so I threw out the fish as fast as I could.

It hit the water with an echoing splash, and towards the motel I made a quick dash. I ran to the front door as fast as I could, but before I went in I stopped and stood. The night air was quiet, the fighting was gone, and not a sound could be heard across the lawn. I went through the door and locked it up tight, and through the window, the half moon shone bright.

I sat on the couch to clear my head, and decided to finally go to bed. All I could think of was what I had heard, and wondered what it was that had really occurred. I pondered my fish and how it had died, and that only helped to keep me wide eyed. So I threw off my blanket and turned on the lamp, and felt that my room was cold and damp. I turned on the heat to warm up a bit,  and in front of the desk  I decided to sit. I looked at the time, and to my shock, it was exactly three o'clock. The eerie events still raced through my mind, and I knew there was only one way to unwind. I realized sleeping was a waste of time, so I turned on my PC, and wrote this rhyme.