Frightening Path On Halloween Night

silhouette of winding gnarly trees, a scary sight outline that bodes familiarity on Halloween night the frightening path enticing me, stirring my blood. my pounding heart is a thud, I feel like a faker, a dud. I always brag that I am afraid of nothing, right? but here I am, facing this demented terrifying sight. the clairaudient part of me can hear ghouls and a grim. I turn and run from the vampires and dragons I feel within. being an empath can have its own problems, I know. I could even picture rat snakes way down below. this path which appeared on Halloween night does not feel right, does not feel right. some other children disappeared that night in sixty-two. I have a feeling they took that path, wouldn’t you? whisked away to some kind of hell if you ask me. my psychic eye kept me safe, I was alive in sixty-three.