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Halloween

Walking down the street. Breathing. Listening to the howling wind from the approaching holiday. It is that time of year again. When all of the ghosts come out and haunt me. Halloween. Today is not just your ordinary halloween. There is something coming. I can feel it. The presence of those damned to hell. They approach me from the underworld, holding me hostage in their fatal presence. They call my name. It sounds like a toxic gas being released from their lungs. It is beginning to get dark. A cold shadow is hovering over me. The moon is full. The sky is black. The air is thick. The cry's for help from the damned are flooding my ears. I cannot break free from their hauntings. Its like being trapped in a tomb. People live like this everyday. Day after day. Nightmare after nightmare. It never ends. How do you end it? It is not possible. It only ends when you finally join them.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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