It’s there, day and night, It never leaves
You get no moments of peace as it whispers its dark desires. It commands your mind, possesses your body. This foreboding pumpkin presence is devouring your soul. You are a slave to its sexuality.
The night is silent, perfect until the earth rumbles and splits. The crack runs deep, you motion for the group to gather.
An evil smile steals across your face, as you begin chanting. Raising your arms you yell “Let the party begin”
You push the closest woman in, sending the first sacrifice down.
Deep into the silent disco
