The Bone-Chilling Welcoming Committee
As I walked alone down the quiet, dimly lit street, a strange glow caught my eye up ahead. Shadows stretched across the pavement, and a flickering orange light danced in the air. I stopped in my tracks, realizing the source—a house with two towering skeletons perched on the porch, their empty eyes staring into the night. The eerie orange lights cast long, spindly shadows that seemed to reach out toward me. I felt a chill run down my spine, as if they had been waiting all along for someone to stumble upon their silent watch.
As I walked alone down the quiet, dimly lit street, a strange glow caught my eye up ahead. Shadows stretched across the pavement, and a flickering orange light danced in the air. I stopped in my tracks, realizing the source—a house with two towering skeletons perched on the porch, their empty eyes staring into the night. The eerie orange lights cast long, spindly shadows that seemed to reach out toward me. I felt a chill run down my spine, as if they had been waiting all along for someone to stumble upon their silent watch.