The moonlit night is here
The dark energies are whispering
In my house
Their susurration is mysterious and frightening
I once heard someone saying
‘In the night, the dead talks’
I looked around to find someone
I followed the voices
I shouted, ‘Is anybody around?’
I could still hear the voices
I opened the front door
A woman stood there holding a stick
‘Who is there?’, she asked.
I ran away and she entered the house
She didn’t see me
Apparently, I was the one who died
She was scared of me and death
I was foolish I was scared of life.

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    1. shreyans says:

      It is if you think so. Thanks

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