Candles lit, legs crossed, scary stories with the lights off.

Whispers spread, Ecos arise and with every second a new question is applied.

It’s my turn to share that spooky tale, so I begin sharing with not a once upon a time, but once he was there.

Lights cut off, and whispers come to a hualt.

Little chitter chatters of the night of my downfall.

Haunted by the memory, reales me from this sanctuary.

Held against my will and torn to shreds.

They say share a different story, and I request a slight suggestion.

They say attempt a scary story without you as his possession.