The night is still, the air is cold,
And I'm all alone, or so I'm told.
But then I hear a sound so shrill,
It makes my blood run cold and still.
A scream echoed through the night,
It’s a sound that fills me with frightness,
I don’t know where it came from,
But I know it’s not a happy song.
I try to run, I try to hide,
But the scream is always by my side.
It follows me wherever i go,
A never ending horror show.
I look behind me but see no one,
But the scream is never done.
It echoes through my mind and soul,
A sound that takes a toll.
The scream is like a haunting ghost,
A terror that I fear the most.
It’s a sound that I can never forget,
A scream that fills me with regret.
--Armando B., 6th-8th Grade
