MIDNIGHT CALLING
BY GAVIN ESTES
Darkness falls on quiet streets,
Not even a whisper from most.
But one is haunted by silent feet,
A lost and frightened ghost.
He glides past empty houses,
He howls and cries in fear.
Every person that he rouses,
Hides when he comes near.
The people they are nervous,
They know their chances are slim.
One boy pulls back the curtains,
And the ghost looks back at him.
A scream echoes through the night,
The boy has met his end.
His heart was stopped by fright.
And the ghost has a new friend.
PHOTO BY SALENDRON
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