A damp heaviness hangs in the air,
The witching hour is near.
My eyes are tired from squinting into the darkness and
Owls are hooting, I think.
Scary sounds seem to be growing louder or
Perhaps it's my imagination running wild.
How did I get in this situation?
Even I don’t remember what prompted me to get in the car and
Ride with reckless abandon, aimlessly. Then suddenly...
Everything goes black.
For another scary Halloween acrostic poem, check out Exploring Superstitions, in an Acrostic Poem.
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