We huddle together in dark damp corner
wishing away the approaching doom yonder
tightly holding each other for succour
praying, watching, waiting for evils plunder
bone chilling wind, distant howl
thunder in the distance, screech of hapless fowl
the abomination looms ever closer
imagining, dreading, wanting it to pass over
A creak on the stairs sends shivers down our spine
a break of the chair as we grab each other, her hand in mine
abandonded house with none to hear our screams
as ghostly terror looks on with ghastly grin
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