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Description
In the dead of night, shadows dance,
Whispers echo, a chilling trance.
A ghostly figure roams the hall,
Leaving behind a haunting sprawl.

Creaking doors and eerie moans,
An ancient house with chilling tones.
Footsteps echo, but no one's there,
A phantom presence fills the air.

Through the mist, a pale face gleams,
Eyes that haunt, nightmare dreams.
The clock strikes midnight, darkness falls,
As terror grips these hallowed walls.

The spirits linger, restless souls,
Their secrets buried, tales untold.
In this realm of fear and dread,
Where the living and dead have wed.

Beware, dear reader, as you roam,
Through this world of the unknown.
For in the shadows, evil thrives,
Where horror from the 90s survives.

I hope you enjoy this 90s-style horror poem!

Description
In the dead of night, shadows dance,
Whispers echo, a chilling trance.
A ghostly figure roams the hall,
Leaving behind a haunting sprawl.

Creaking doors and eerie moans,
An ancient house with chilling tones.
Footsteps echo, but no one's there,
A phantom presence fills the air.

Through the mist, a pale face gleams,
Eyes that haunt, nightmare dreams.
The clock strikes midnight, darkness falls,
As terror grips these hallowed walls.

The spirits linger, restless souls,
Their secrets buried, tales untold.
In this realm of fear and dread,
Where the living and dead have wed.

Beware, dear reader, as you roam,
Through this world of the unknown.
For in the shadows, evil thrives,
Where horror from the 90s survives.

I hope you enjoy this 90s-style horror poem!