And Night Arrived, of Friday, the 13th
All day long he brooded in bed
By late afternoon, his gaze had fixated
On things he otherwise wouldn’t notice on a regular day
He then understood what lay in store for him the night ahead.
Evening came and with it arrived the appointed hour
He couldn’t control his excitement, even if his mind felt somewhat delirious;
Putting on his long-cast-aside wedding clothes
He took one last look at the mirror, just so he could be sure.
Then, walking ahead for several miles,
He trudged uphill to finally reach the place;
A cold shiver caused his spine to arch
His feet felt sore but his heart thumped hard.
Like a maniac possessed, he rasps out:
I’m here; do with me tonight what you will wont;
From inside, a bloodcurdling response is heard
And then she appears; yellowed bones her body, her eyes phosphorescent.