The Haddonfield Haikus

This autumnal breeze 

Scented of apple cider trees 

Brought in with each rain 

Its grey frigid clouds 

Moving water as they pour 

The boogeyman is near 

The brown leaves of fall 

Rustling damp on carved pumpkins 

Now he haunts our streets 

Creeping through bedrooms 

Prowling its halls in costume 

The Night he came Home