Night Time

by charish   Aug 2, 2006


The sun goes down, the moon comes out, the stars all fall in place. Thick fog fills the air as a dark creep fills the ground, then night sounds start to seep out. your in a Field of gravestones shaking head to toe. as the sweat pores down a ghost pops out and screams... HALLELUJAH!

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