Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Skullduggery

A haunted pumpkin patch is said

To be haunting Halloween night.

Pumpkins be lived in by the dead,

So I'm visiting with delight

To find out if such tale be true,

For book research being my goal.

A best seller I plan to do.

Amongst the pumpkins I do stroll.

Pumpkins start moving suddenly,

And turn into skulls all around.

Then there's a tugging upon me,

And I am pulled down to the ground.

This Halloween sure is not dull.

The pumpkin patch carved out my skull.