In shadows deep where whispered secrets dwell,
A figure looms, obscured by night's embrace.
With hollow eyes that pierce like tolling bell,
It wanders through the dark, a deathly trace.
The moonlight shivers, casting ghostly hues,
As winds lament the tales of those long lost.
In silence, dread takes root, a seed of blues,
A haunting echo of the soul's great cost.
Beneath the floor, the restless spirits wail,
Their memories entwined in chilling sighs.
Each creak and groan a testament to pale
Fates woven tight, where innocence still dies.
So tread with care where shadows dare to creep,
For in the dark, the waking dreams may weep.
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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 - Short Halloween stories
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