Shadows Beneath Me

A spirit appears at night, showing its cold eyes, simply glaring at it in fright, a memory I couldn't erase, for that spirit had my face. With its red eyes glows, it disappears from the shadows, even when I was walking at night, no man, woman or child, but feel that same presence behind me, but there was no one in sight. even though I continue to walk, I can feel a cold chill beneath my feet, that spirit only appears in the shadows, not a speck of moonlight or a single spark, enjoying itself hiding in the dark. it rises beneath the ground, showing its ugly frown, with its eyes looking dead at me, beware the shadows, for it's never been foreseen, beware in the night, because it's Halloween.