fauxcroft

Spellbound in a paranormal night

I sensed spirits in perpetual flight,

I hear noises, whispering voices

I hear kids’ toys making noises,

In the early hours of the morning

But long before the brand-new dawn,

I sense paranormal activity

The chill it brings and the shudder of fear,

Goosebumps rising upon my skin

I feel the frightening start to begin,

This is the awakening before twilight

There is also horror to come to blight.