When the wind blows cold and the trees lose their leaves,
You'll know that it wants you, too...
The doors slam shut.
The snow falls heavily.
It wants you, too...
When the graveyard speaks and the shadows walk,
You'll know that it wants you, too...
It moves through you,
It moves between you,
And it moves inside you filling each crack with Darkness.
When it moves with you,
You'll know it wants you, too...
It comes in uninvited and it leaves with sorrow and rage.
It announces itself with activity,
It hides with ferocity.
You'll know it wants you too...
It guides, leaves, follows, kills, and wants you, too...
YOU ARE READING
A Visitation
HorrorHave you ever wondered who was knocking on the door at night? Have you ever thought about whether you were home alone, or if something else was there with you? While not all of these stories are meant to scare you, most of them certainly will. Warni...
