Ah, the nice sensations amidst the dimness all around,
Quiet, creepy, scary, all the shrieks and screams abound.
Wind that softly whistles to the windows in the house,
It could have been a message of your late spouse.
Hearing footsteps creaking while thunder strikes it's roar,
Coldness in the air and nightmares together soar.
Hearing police sirens and ambulances screech,
Bungles in the radio, to keep their lives they beseech.
Goosebumps were countless, and scars and blood and deaths,
Before hearing the victims last words they suck they last breath.
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