The night is black, as black as the fur off a midnight wolf.
The moon’s eerie glow shines like a spot light
And the howls of prowling villains stalk the path in front of me.
I feel the hairs on my back stick straight up with sudden nervousness
As I pass them wearily, hesitation bottles up inside of me.

I look ahead towards the menacing building,
Light strobes flashing blurrily in the windows.
The glooming haunted house towers,
The chilling scream lingers,
The air around me grows cold,
While whistling its ghastly tune with glee.
A shriek from a nearby owl flies overhead,
And the cry of vampire bats follow with familiar temptation.

I look up, freezing in my path as the moon turns red,
Painting the ground in its bloody substance.
The trees around me shudder as cold wind rips through them,
Pulling the leaves from their grasp,
Leaving them raw.
I hear my name whispering along the winding path,
Taunting me to follow.
I’ve seen enough horror movies to know it’s a trap,
But my feet move anyway.

The haunted house looms closer now,
And I hear the cackle of an old witch from one of the old, worn down windows.
My mind starts to panic,
Sending warning signs in visible sight,
But my feet continue to lead me towards the rickety porch.
No matter the consequence,
I had no choice but to obey.