This was an eerily mysterious night. We chose to go on a ghost tour more to create a mood than any belief in the supernatural, but I recall how elements and timings created the perfect 'horror movie' vibe. I could imagine Jason, Freddy and Sadako coming out of the shadows from all the hidden shades of black that surrounded us. The darkness felt heavy. As if I could touch its texture. Although it was cold, I don't remember this affecting me like the spreading shades of black. It seemed to pursue and watch from its secret shade of silent velvet.
Dekove Poetry
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