Darkness and Shadow

I am the darkness that lurks in the shadows,

The fear that grips your heart and never lets go.

I am the terror that haunts your dreams,

The nightmare that leaves you gasping, it seems.

I am Shakahola, a place of horror and dread,

Where the dead rise up and walk among the living.

A cursed land where evil reigns supreme,

And nothing is as it seems.

The trees whisper secrets of unspeakable things,

And the wind howls with a mournful cry.

The ground trembles with each step I take,

As I journey deeper into this forsaken place.

My heart races as I hear a distant scream,

Echoing through the misty air.

I know not what awaits me ahead,

But I cannot turn back now, I must press on instead.

The darkness thickens as I venture forth,

And my senses are on high alert.

Every sound, every movement, fills me with dread,

As I navigate this treacherous land.

But still, I push forward, driven by curiosity and fear,

Drawn to this place like a moth to a flame.

For in Shakahola lies a mystery untold,

A tale of horror waiting to unfold.

So if you dare to follow in my footsteps,

Beware of what lurks in the shadows.

For Shakahola is not for the faint of heart,

And its horrors will tear your soul apart.