CREEPING TERROR
By DJ Tyrer
The darkened room, the chill of death
Muffled footsteps behind, or an icy breath
Strange shadows, or a curious light
A shiver of fear, the lure of horror
A movement, a shriek, a groan
The sight of a coffin, a bat's flight
An owl's cry, on a lonely night
A secret door, a cobwebbed stair
A snuffed out candle, a shadowy form
A muttered word, a dusty tome
A rumour, howling wind, a moan
With each of these it comes:
Creeping Terror
(Originally part of issue two)