The night was still, the air was chill,
And I found myself alone on a hill.
The moon was hidden, the stars were gone,
And I felt like something was definitely wrong.

I heard a noise, a creaking sound,
And suddenly I felt I was no longer on the ground.
I looked around, but there was no one to see,
Yet I felt a presence, something eerie.

My heart raced, my breath caught in my throat,
As I saw a figure, like a ghostly coat.
Its eyes were black, its skin was pale,
And I knew in that moment that I was in for a tale.

The figure beckoned, and I...