My creepy dream
Soft voices hustled, whistling through the leaves
Enchanting the melody of horror and wierd creepy things.
Doors bang Windows open and glasses fall
Then comes a bright light of despair from the doorway of the hall.
'Who is there?' came out my struggling feared voice
Then came a shooting, almost nullified attic noise.
Fear gushed in and absolute bravery rushed out
Up front came a shadow, fat, round and stout.
Closer came my eyes, almost unable to bring them apart
Realising lately I rolled my eyes from my dreamy cart.
Mansi Dessai
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