HORROR Poetry Piece, by Stephanie Louwen-Skovdam

The Cold wind whipped through my hair, making it blow to the chilling breeze
The trees had an uncanny nature that made them stretch like old, decayed fingers, reaching out
As I went up the stairs, my hair was flying in all directions
As I looked up, the sky was fully dark and crowded, with piercing green eyes looking at me.
Inside the mansion, the fog did not ease, making even the slightest movement haunting
The bleakness only added to the eerie atmosphere
As lightning clashed, blinding me with a creepy gleam.
I could make out some figures inside.
As I walked forward, the figures emerged,
Talking next to the casket.
And then everything went dark.

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