I have an eerie feeling,
a feeling I can’t shake,
a cold draft wraps around me,
one my heart can’t take.
I look into the mirror,
to see who stands behind,
a misty figures lurking there,
or is it of my mind.
It looks as if it’s shrouded,
a hand is reaching near,
trapped here with this awfulness,
although it isn’t clear.
I hold my breath and close my eyes,
a scream is deep inside,
a putrid smell in the air,
it smells like something died.
What happens now is terrifying,
the figures moving nearer.
She’ll get you too, I promise,
when you look into that mirror.

Yesterday my two friends and I went for a spookier nature walk. We went to Chanctonbury Ring in Sussex, England, which is an ancient site that is reputed to be haunted. It is said the Devil had a hand in making the site and if you run around the wooded area seven times in an anti clockwise direction he will appear. Of course we didn’t do this but it was very spooky and we made sure we were out by dark.







