The lonely platform whispers something
A damsel in white cloak suddenly fades into darkness
You hear an unearthly tune into your ears
Feel a mystic hand at your back
No one except nothingness is there to respond
A feeling of awe and terror multiplies the dreariness
The haunted house petrifies you with its repulsive voice
The Sun isn’t going to rise for you tomorrow
You have no option but to await deadly suspense
You wail, You shriek, You cry
Someone holds your hand
