Tonight the ghosts and demons are supposed to rise. They are supposed to walk with us no matter where we hide. I’m not afraid of what lays beyond the grave, I’m not afraid of the fluttering of wings, but of past mistakes I’ve made.
I’m afraid the ghosts that haunt me will drag their cold breath across my face. They are not unknown to me, they know my weaknesses and how to shake my faith.
They take the form of you and slowly claw their way into my dreams. I wake up sweating, not sure if it was because of you or because of me.
They hum quietly just beyond my reach. They won’t settle down, they whisper, and they howl. They are getting the best of me.
So come, All Hallows Eve, bring your spirits, bring your ghosts, bring your devils, they don’t have anything on me. My ghosts will torment me more than a silvery moon, more than your creatures could ever think to do.
I’ll stay in and try to drown out my ghosts with my screams. They will ravage, claw, and rip me apart more than the demons of All Hallows Eve.