I am the shadow creeping in the night shrieking in a bloody scream may the goosebumps run down your spine ghosts rising from our tombs on these cold foggy nights where ever you go ghosts can be seen stories of us may be told famous or not ghosts appear among the shadows where we died we walk among this earth trying to find our way I am the loneliness of a empty house with nobody inside footsteps walking around when there’s no one else around objects moving by themselves mysterious noises leaving you terrified of the dark for the none believers shall become believers when I place my pale lifeless hand upon your shoulder as you turn around to see who it is but you only see the shadow of a person who died a timely death you begin to hear voices calling your name it’s the dead of night what a spooky sight when the lights start to flicker when there’s nobody near the light switch it might be the spirts of the dead who refuse to rest in peace
©codybelles
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