In the dead of night, fear creeps in
Whispers of darkness, a sinister grin
Eyes watching from the shadows deep
Haunting my dreams as I try to sleep
Echoes of terror in the chilling air
Clawing at my soul, I feel despair
Ghostly figures dance before my eyes
A macabre waltz under the moonlit skies
The howling wind a mournful sound
In this haunted place, I am bound
To face my fears, to confront my dread
Or be consumed by the darkness, filled with dread
The shadows within, a chilling sight
A never-ending nightmare, a relentless fight
Fear grips my heart, it won't let go
In this twisted world, I am its foe
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Explorations from a Writing Class
Espiritualshort stories that i came up with in my writing class
