1. The long shadows grope (cling) adhere) lace) the walls Sliding down the floor The dark shapes grip my throat And suffocate my courage Flickering, shimmering Dark and yet translucent Alive and yet dead Ghostlike, leaving this world for another As the night reaches its peak And the clock chimes the number The images surrounding me slowly begin to fade I cannot take the picture of their movement out of my head Can’t shake the feeling there is someone watching me, Looking at me in a way I’ve never been looked at before Eerily, creepily, spin chillingly horrific They want something from me The candle has long burnt out, so there is barely any light in the room Except for the moonbeams soaking into the carpet Dousing everything into a glowing dark liquid A concoction made by the supernatural Meant to scare Meant to frighten Meant to thrill