I'm standing alone
No one in sight
This place is so eary
In the darkest of night
Orbs they do roam
Around all these rooms
Making their noises
Slamming doors with big booms
Breathes they do take
Sending a chill
Right through my spine
As I stand there so still
I think they do like me
I have nothing to fear
Of these ghostly old people
That are standing so near
It's got to be fun
To return as a ghost
To terrify those
That you do hate the most
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The shadows in the hall Dancing down the walls, The voices in the breeze That bring you to your knees. The stories you are told That shake your very soul, The un-departed dead Are voices in your head.
Feather-light, Shades of grey, When they appear, I've naught to say. Waifs so thin, Morose and sad, And when they're gone, I feel so glad.
A whisper in the hallways, A grey smudge in the yard, Not solid and not touchable, Not see-through yet not hard.
I turned on the light and slowly turned around. The carefully stepped to reach the door.
I feel you Only I can't touch you I sense you But don't know your thoughts I taste you Can you taste me too.
I saw him, dark against the shadows,. Back pressed to the wall,. Bright white eyes, a painted mask,. His cloak fell through the floor,. I know the concept of his story,.
#nightdwellers. Have you ever had that eerie feeling. That something isn't quite right. The sensation someone, something is watching you. In the darkest depths of the night.
I saw you,. Saw your purple aura,. Glowing next to mine,. I felt you,. Felt your hand brush up,. Against my cheek and draw a line,. I saw you,. Saw you change my vision,. Painting demons on the wall,.
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