4 October 2012
Five children gathered round,
One boy a flashlight in hand,
Telling storys new and old,
Letting the suspense unfold,
Whispering in a ghostly tone,
People in the basement all alone,
Haunted houses big and grand,
Zombies roam around the land,
The children hold spooked out faces,
sitting in the dark, hearts racing,
Dark shadows on the walls,
In the room silence falls,
One boy holds an uneasy smile,
Looks at the others and waits a while,
Some one says a lighthearted word,
They laugh, scared of what they heard,
The boy passes the torch to another's hand,
Now they share the Story's they have found.
Ghost Story • Opuss № I