Spooky

It is in the corner of your eye,
That final hair that lifts from your neck,
You can hear it creeping ever near,
A cold shiver runs up your spine and
Adrenaline courses through your veins,
Any cry is in vain, the only demon
Is to be found in our own brains…Fear
Is our constant companion, fed by our curious
Minds, run along now before something
Spooky comes to mind.

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