she'll go missing in a flash. reporters clash. leave a scene for the pigs, no scent. car crash. they'll say she haunts this place. you'll feel the wrath of her wraith. silent nights set alarms. her ghost could harm when it takes the shape.
every night crawls along insomnia. leave on a light until dawn. she was never gone. she'll spare fear for a few, bid adieu and leave you askew. you swear you were alone in it but there's something in your corner creeping right behind you.