Fear Filled Fridays (1/12/2018): Haunted

Hear the eerie wind whistle, across the cold dark night,

see the unknown figure, float into sight.

Slowly it drifts, pale and transparent.

It stops and looks at me.

I look at it.

Its eyes are not there, only sockets full of despair.

A smile rises across its face,

the grin is pure evil and full of pain,

it raises an arm and points to the right,

towards the graveyard just out of sight.

I freeze at the window and shake at the knees.

A cold sweat creeps down my back, just like I’m under attack.

I scream at the top of my lungs, “Go away leave me alone!”

It drops its arm and dissolves with a cold chilly laugh.

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