As the moon shine white in the sky.
The silhouette of the enormous oak tree cast shadows on the wall of my room.
Gripping onto the bedsheet to stop my feet from slipping out.
Imaginary thoughts float through my mind.
"Will a hand touch my feet or will the dead arise?"
oh! what a dilemma a mind can cause.
Birds chirping at night sound like 'before climax' music in the horror movie.|
The wind feels like the devil's presence. 
Every non-living thing looks alive.
Words of the wise, say silence is the most powerful weapon.
Silent Nights are the most dangerous nights of all.

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