A Meeting On All Hallows' Eve
Beneath my lonely room, bare floorboard creaks. My sleep is hampered by a yawning sound. My radio now crackles as she speaks. For tuning, no solution may be found. And, ah...an itch that comes from out-of-sight! Just 'oer my shoulder, turn to see with fear where demons twist their danse macabre... Sign in to see full entry.