The Country of the Dead

She stealthily came out of the dark dungeon at the dead of night.

The dark castle, the haunted palace of evil dwellers.

And the habitat of nocturnal creatures.

In the backdrop of an eerie atmosphere, in the wee hours. 

The empty deserted lane looked scary amidst the painful cry of a lonely stray dog. 

The sole inhabitant awake in the gloom of night cast a feeling of dreadful fear and horror seems to engulf everything in it's weirdest charm.

She stealthily came out of the dark dungeon at the dead of night.

She seeks solace in the darkness away from the clutches of those goons.

They kidnapped her, to satisfy their sadistic delight, the gang of morons.

She runs for her life, seek a safer place, before the break of dawn. 

She decides to spend the night in the graveyard. 

The safest place for the night, away from the human clan.

She chooses the peaceful serene place, much better than the living world, where horrific ghosts of evil design disguised in human form, look for prey to satisfy their ugly desire. 

Thus clad in black, she looks for shelter in the country of dead.