Dee_GothicPoet
In the dead of night, when the world is shrouded in darkness, she awakens. The little dead girl, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile, is on the hunt. She knows your secrets, your fears, and your sins. She whispers your name from the shadows, her cold breath brushing against your neck. There's no escape from her icy grip. When you close your eyes, she'll be there, waiting to drag you into the darkness where she dwells. Can you hear her footsteps? She's coming for you.
Under the moon's eerie glow so blue,
"I'm coming for youuuuuuu," she'll find you, it's true.