by Dewan Golam Shafi Choudhury

Created on: May 27, 2008

Twelve at midnight the clock dings
The time has come for spirits to awake.
The dead to come back alive.
The humans dare to look and go into the house to stare.
Through windows they look
Into the rooms under the hut
In the distance behind the house stands a forest.
A female human being screams for help.
But unfortunately the same time as a lightening thrashed down and it was felt.
The rooms are so dark to see that they fell onto cardboard boxes.
As they do not know an angered spirit waits upstairs.
The spirit will kill them to eat
And thinks it would be fair.

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