In twilight's hush, where shadows creep,
A chilling presence, a haunting sleep.
The wind howls softly, a mournful sound,
As darkness gathers, all around.
A creaking floorboard, a chilling sigh,
A spectral whisper, a ghostly cry.
The moon, a pallid, ghostly sphere,
Reflecting shadows, dark and drear.
A chilling draft, a sudden chill,
A sense of dread, a fearful thrill.
The hair stands on end, a chilling fear,
As shadows dance, drawing near.
A flickering candle, a flickering flame,
A haunting image, a chilling game.
A shadowy figure, a ghostly sight,
A chilling presence, through the night.
The heart pounds wildly, a frantic beat,
As fear takes hold, a chilling feat.
The mind races, a frantic flight,
As darkness closes, a chilling night.
A chilling scream, a haunting sound,
Echoing through the night profound.
A spectral presence, a chilling fear,
A haunting vision, drawing near.
The shadows dance, a chilling sight,
As darkness reigns, through the night.
A chilling presence, a haunting fear,
A ghostly whisper, drawing near.
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Moharif Yulianto
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Nice article