In the wall of my room

I walked into the house that day, after a long morning at school
And headed straight for my room with my thoughts in a "to-do list" whirlpool
As I mindlessly kicked off my shoes and tossed my book bag onto the bed,
This inexplicable image instantly popped into my head
A strikingly tall and pallid man stood before me, so still and resolute
Wearing a black and cream authentic 1940's vintage suit
His bulging eyes were as two black olives above the gapping whole
Of his bloodied mouth; a endless chasm as dark as darkest kohl.

A chill struck my nerves, and set my world to spin
Breaking the trance that held me captive in that most disturbing vision
I quickly stepped from the room, locking the door from the outside.
And struggled to shrug the vague sensation that I should run and hide
Then, my stomach growled reminding me that I needed something to munch
So I just concluded that it was nothing and made my way to the kitchen for some lunch.

With a peace once again pervading my shaken soul
I reached up to cupboard for my favorite egg salad bowl
As I cracked and crushed the contents of the hardboiled shells
I was startled by a suddenly loud ringing of bells
Now,...receiving the call was not what had struck me as odd..
It could have been anyone... Mike or Sarah or Todd....
No that was not it, that was not the thing....
It was that my modern day phone was blaring the shrill of an old antique ring!

I hesitated to answer, feeling a bit stomach sick
But when there was no reply I thought, "Perhaps just a Halloween trick?".

The phone rang again, and the voice that replied all harsh and guttural
Said to me (all watery).."I am in the wall."
Immediately I hung up the receiver
My cheeks burning a frightful fever
And I became unraveled and completely undone
But I still HAD to know who it was that had called line one
Unfortunately I did soon discover when I had dialed star 69
That they were in the house and had called from the second line.

I learned not long after some neighborhood investigation
Of marital dispute that took place on October 31st 1941..
A woman,in a fit of rage, had shot her husband in the mouth
And then "buried" his body in the walls of my house..
From year to year you can still hear him walking the halls
To this day I am haunted by this man who'd made those calls.
And Every time the phone rings, you can bet that I'm am sure screen
In fear
That I will hear
That voice calling to say "Happy Halloween."