their cries are haunting me i wish i could filter out or at least dim the torment of the wailing of those not yet pronounced dead hopefully soon shrieks reduced to whimpers then silence on hallow’s eve
that spine-tingling you’re feeling that intense fear, shock and/or disgust it feels real, doesn’t it it digs into you deep so you’re breathing heavy and shallower and oh so much quieter straining your ears harder you believe death is imminent
it’s in your head, love there are no bogeymen no one is whispering creeping around in cool mists getting all up in your face hissing in your ears chilling you to the bone it’s your nerves fabricating this and a hell of an imagination i’m laughing at you….
wait. did you see that? what was that? did you hear that?