Hallow's eve

here is a poem I wrote in class, read it out loud (it makes more sense)
Is it waiting, is it there?
Don't let it catch your hair.
In the night
with moonlight,
the mirror crackles
like a prisoner's shackles.
It haunts the dark,
so don't go near the park
where it stands,
with wide open hands.
When you here a noise that tells you this is the end,
it grabs you by the shoulders and says...
I need a friend.