The shadows

A shadowed figure shrouded in swirling black mist, eyes glowing an eerie red, performs a ritualistic dance. A ghostly apparition rises from the ground, its form flickering and distorted, reaching out with skeletal fingers. The air crackles with arcane energy, casting long, ominous shadows on the desolate landscape.

It is after sundown again... I already feel them clawing and gnashing with their horrid grins, as they swim through my mind... this is a collection of poems and short stories that my mind has been holding idly.

A shadowed figure shrouded in swirling black mist, eyes glowing an eerie red, performs a ritualistic dance. A ghostly apparition rises from the ground, its form flickering and distorted, reaching out with skeletal fingers. The air crackles with arcane energy, casting long, ominous shadows on the desolate landscape.

"There was a voice that came from outside, but normally it's inside my head," the accused said. "At that moment, I wasn't in control of myself. I was possessed."