the little fun we have,
the thrills that we seek.
the dark little mess
reels of ghost,
haunting innocent meek,
our terrifying foes,
oh what lurks within?
when the period comes,
the street lights gone dark
whispering stories, about the tales of those who'd pass
stories of spirits, and supernatural
we know it will be never in our favour
yet this thrill that we seek
from reels, dares and reads.
and let it satisfy our hunger within
