Wait 'till I get my hands on you....
Head down, footsteps echoing. Brittle cold snapping at the face. Another echo (more footsteps?) behind. Turn your head. There's nothing there. An unmarked grave, a memory. It can't hurt you anymore. No one remembers.
Head down, footsteps echoing. Breath quickens, wind hurting your throat. No place to hide, no place to run. And they're all around you. Chanting, calling. You are home.
Fear the dark. Fear what you can't see, for it can see you. And when you are scared, remember.... we are all scared too.
Happy Halloween, everyone.
Head down, footsteps echoing. Breath quickens, wind hurting your throat. No place to hide, no place to run. And they're all around you. Chanting, calling. You are home.
Fear the dark. Fear what you can't see, for it can see you. And when you are scared, remember.... we are all scared too.
Happy Halloween, everyone.