I'll get round to commenting on others soon.
Halloween Breakdown (December Revision)
My engine stalls as starless skies
devour the day until sunrise.
I grab my phone.
The signal’s lost. There’s no one near
yet distant laugher stirs the fear
I’m not alone.
The moon is such a welcome sight
to light my walk. It’s past midnight.
I hear a shrill
and sudden shrieking of an owl
as bats take flight and canines howl.
I run until
I spot a cottage in the pines
door shaking, as the North wind whines-
then opens wide.
A crooked woman’s bony finger
beckons and she croaks don’t linger
come inside.
Stirring a pot, she says it’s stew
and I have been expecting you.
Her pointed hat
is shelved beside a besom broom,
as creatures stare out of glass tombs.
Her Bombay cat
purrs on a wolf skin mat and glares
with copper eyes. Crone grabs my hair,
I see her knife
just out of reach, but snatch her pestle
off the shelf, begin to wrestle
for my life.
I’m dragged toward the raging heat
This casserole needs tasty meat.
I struggle free
and make a dash towards the door
but hear her footsteps on the floor
not far from me.
Reaching out I gasp with shock
to find the key’s not in the lock.
Like a banshee
wailing, she drags me to the broth
again, and grabs a filthy cloth
to blindfold me.
I quickly turn and grab a scoop
to splash her face with bubbling soup.
Then in a craze
she trips across her cat. Flames surge
with acrid smoke. I watch her merge
into the blaze.
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Halloween Breakdown (rev 2)
My engine stalls as starless skies
devour the day and tantalize.
I grab my phone
but signal’s lost, there’s no one near
yet distant laugher makes me fear
I’m not alone.
The moon is such a welcome sight
to light my walk this stormy night.
I hear a shrill
persistent sound, a sudden shout
as bats take flight. Are ghouls about?
I run until
I spy a cottage in the trees
its door swings gently in the breeze
then opens wide.
She beckons with a crooked finger -
dressed in black she croaks don’t linger
come inside.
Stirring a pot, she offers stew
and says I’ve been expecting you.
Her pointed hat
is shelved beside a besom broom,
dissected creatures in glass tombs.
Her Bombay cat
purrs on a wolfskin mat and stares
with copper eyes. Crone grabs my hair
I feel her knife
against my back and snatch her pestle
off the shelf, begin to wrestle
for my life.
She drags me near the bubbling pot
head spinning as it’s fiercely hot.
I struggle free
and make a dash towards the door
but hear her footsteps on the floor
not far from me.
Reaching out I gasp with shock
because the heavy door is locked
and in a craze
she stumbles over puss. Flames surge
with acrid smoke. I watch her merge
into the blaze.
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Halloween Breakdown (revision)
My engine stalls as twilit skies
devour the day and tantalize.
I grab my phone
but signal’s lost. The road appears
deserted - yet leaves crackle near.
Am I alone?
The moon is such a welcome sight
to light my way this shadowed night
I hear a shrill
persistent sound and then a shout.
They say tonight, ghouls are about
when air is chilled.
I spy a cottage in the trees
its door is blowing in the breeze
then opens wide.
I’m beckoned by a crooked finger -
dressed in black she croaks don’t linger
come inside.
Stirring a pot, she offers tea
and says she is expecting me.
Her pointed hat
is shelved beside a besom broom
and diverse creatures in glass tombs.
Her Bombay cat,
purrs on a sheepskin mat and stares
with big black eyes. Crone grabs my hair
- I struggle free
and make a dash towards the door
but hear her footsteps on the floor
not far from me.
I reach out gasping, find it’s locked,
turn around to fight her off - shocked
to see her fall
into the fire. As flames upsurge
with acrid smoke, I watch her merge
into the wall.
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Just found this one in my archives written in Logarhyme form. It was published many years ago, but I'm sure I could make some changes
tweaks are in red (thanks Ray)
Halloween Breakdown
My engine stalls as twilit skies
devour the night to tantalize
my thoughts. I rush
for help. The narrow roadway seems
deserted, distant creatures scream
‘til there’s a hush.
Full moon diffuses eerie light
where shadows dance and bats take flight.
I feel a thrill
to spy a cottage through the trees,
its windows rattle while the breeze
is turning chill.
I'm beckoned with a horny finger
she says, enter … do not linger
out in damp
night air. I scan the room and shiver
… what a sight! Her cackle quivers
as the lamp
light flickers, silhouetting vessels
on the shelves. I'm forced to wrestle
with the crone,
who stirs her pot of spooky things,
that fire my wild imaginings
with flesh and bone.
Outside the wind begins to squall
as time ticks loudly on the wall.
I struggle free
and make a dash towards the door,
her footsteps echo on the floor
not far from me.
I reach the window near the lane
as light glints through the window pane
-- a rooster calls.
I gasp as flames begin to surge
amidst the smoke and watch her merge
into the wall.
) I suppose I have got until next Halloween. 
)