𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 - Short Halloween stories

Through the Window

In the still of night, I peered outside,  

A flicker of shadows where secrets abide.  

The moon hung low, a witness of sin,  

As terror unfurled, and darkness crept in.  

She danced in the glow of a streetlamp's sigh,  

A girl with bright laughter, her spirit awry.  

But in the chill air, a figure approached,  

Silent and lurking, like death's whispered coach.  

I pressed to the glass, heart racing in fear,  

As the night swallowed joy, and dread drew near.  

A scream split the silence, sharp as a knife,  

The world turned to stillness; I watched for her life.  

Fingers entwined, they pulled her away,  

Into shadows where light dared not stay.  

I banged on the window, my voice lost in dark,  

While the echoes of horror ignited a spark.  

The laughter now faded, replaced by despair,  

As I trembled and wept for the girl unaware.  

In that moment, a witness, forever entwined,  

With the ghost of her laughter, now silenced, confined.  

When morning broke, all the world wore a veil,  

Yet I stood at my window, the tale of the pale.  

A girl once so vibrant, now a whisper of air,  

Caught in the night, with a deathly glare.  

And I, just a witness, will carry the weight,  

Of the life that was stolen, the cruel twist of fate.  

Through the glass I still stare, haunted and bare,  

For the night will return, and I'll always be there.