The Ghost Town
The Ghost Town
The hollow buildings engulfed in darkness,
The standing creepy trees forms a shadow in the street lights,
The moon can clearly be seen,
The atmosphere is cold and calm.
No sounds of traffic and cars,
No voices can be heard,
The burnt rooms beyond the walls,
The whispers of the winds.
The murmur voices of the spirits,
The knocking of the cold breezes,
The heart beating up and down,
We gulped the fears inside.
The white shadow behind us,
Is peeping from the corridors,
Peek a boo, peek a boo!
The crawling bats on the spider's net, looks at us.
A cackled voice we heard beyond the staircase,
"Go away"!! whispers malicious voice,
Bloods flowing in veins becomes frozen,
The night gets darker, we drive out along the creepy streets.