WHO WALKS THE NIGHT? Who walks the night? We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery. I can see dark shadows lurking. Eerie lights flickering near the tombstones. Too much activity for a place of death. Too many shadows for a few headstones.
Who walks the night? Night should be a time for reflection. A time for silence. When you could hear your own thoughts. Your own heart pounding. Not a time for dark shadows and footsteps. Who walks the night? The Dead do. They wait for the moonlight. They wait for the darkness. Then they appear in all their glory. Keepers of the night. Phantoms of the night.
Who walks the night? Not us anymore. For soon we will be the next victims. The next to fall prey to The Dead. We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery. I hear footsteps. Moving closer. THE DEAD GAME