In the depths of night, when all is still,
A creeping feeling takes its fill.
The hairs on necks begin to rise,
As fear descends, and horror tries.
What lurks in shadows, out of sight?
What haunts our dreams, and brings us fright?
A nameless dread that chills the bone,
A feeling we can't shake alone.
It's in the creaking of old doors,
The sound of footsteps on creaky floors.
The rustling of leaves in the breeze,
A ghostly whisper that makes us freeze.
We try to tell ourselves it's fake,
That it's just our minds that make
These eerie sounds, these ghostly sights,
But deep inside, we know it's right.
For horror is a part of us,
A primal fear that makes us fuss.
It's in our DNA, our blood and bone,
A fear that's never left alone.
So when the night is dark and still,
And you feel that creeping chill,
Just remember, it's just your mind,
And soon enough, the light will shine.
Thankyou
