Halloween squeaks across the night like chalk across blackboards
scrunching up backbones with hints of the underside--the realm of non-being
where unearthly sounds prevail in cryptic nuances of evil's presence
emanations of fear
marked by chasms and emergent peril
lurking endings thrust suddenly into light
cobwebs clustered in the corners of unexplored corridors
footsteps of our own death waiting
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