Shadows creep in silent tread,
Where once the light of day had fled,
A hush that fills the midnight air,
The world is still, but something's there.A creak upon the ancient floor,
A whisper slipping through the door,
It calls my name in hushed, soft tones,
But when I look—I'm all alone.The air is thick with unseen eyes,
That hide beneath the moonlit skies,
They watch, they wait, they slowly near,
And fill the night with creeping fear.I take a step; the silence breaks,
A gust of wind, the window shakes,
But nothing moves, no shadows fall,
Yet still, I sense them in the hall.A distant howl, a sudden flash,
The lightning strikes—a deafening crash,
The room is bathed in eerie light,
But swiftly swallows up the night.The darkness holds its breath once more,
A thriller in the dark in store,
And as the night begins to grow,
The terror lingers, soft and slow.For in the quiet, something stirs,
A haunting that no voice prefers,
And as the dawn begins to rise,
The thrill fades—lost to silent skies.
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