It’s the mystical night of old Hallow’s Eve. In an unknown place a misty fog rolls steadily between your feet, growing taller and enveloping your body, mind, and soul. The pressure on your chest feels as if a 13,000 lb. elephant is making its final stand, and while your clammy palm strangles the palm of the person you adore, your senses scream ... BEWARE! Watch them closely – and so you do. Waiting for a new unknown mark to appear, or a laugh that may hold an undertone of sinister playfulness, but have no fear, when morning rays transcend through the dawn, the other world that you know, reappears.

Who is there? Is it just you and your lover, or is there someone else?

Mist, fog, cool breeze, leaves falling ... crunch, crunch...someone or something is coming. You’re breathing hard, dazed, confused ... the crunching has stopped. Frantically, bodies begin twisting around, around, dazed, confused, around, around ...


Cool night air blows through ghastly shadows lurking.

White becomes black,
Smiles become fear sensing
Witches brew with cackling laughs.
Tail of rat, eyes of blue,
Fur of wolf, fingernails too,
Slowly simmer then bring to a boil,
Hear the witches cackle as your
Blood runs cold.

Madness runs rampant but only
through the night,
the world as you know it will reappear in the
morning light.

If you look closely, remnants you will find
evidence of images from
another time.
Floors will creak and a cool touch you will feel,
it’s the breezes of the night,
will be your shield.
Around the corner or under the bed,
someone is watching
waiting,
to re-live and become the
Undead.