In the quiet of night where whispers dwell,
A shadow slinks along, weaving a spell.
Creeping through corners, its form takes flight,
In flickering candles, it dances with fright.

Walls breathe with secrets, old tales laced in dread,
Each creak of the floorboards, a whisper of the dead.
Skulking in corners, cloaked in the dark,
Every heartbeat echoes, a restless spark.

Eyes made of moonlight, sha...