The cold wind blows
And the trees whisper,
Ruffling the curtains
And cooling the room.
Strange knocks on the windows
Giving me a fright,
Chill runs through my spine
Goosebumps on my arm.
Pull my housecoat closer
Light up the joss sticks,
Chant a short mantra.
To keep the evil at bay.
Shut the door tighter,
I look around the room,
To find nothing strange
Except for my own thoughts.
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