357th Post

Night blankets.

A deserted village.

A village.
That is known as.
The village of the damned.

Souls of the cursed.
Damned to roam the earthly realm.
For all eternal.

Hear their unearthly screams.
As the mist rolls in.

Red glowing eyes.
Glares at the poor fool.
Who stumbled upon the village.

A wild chase ensues.
The natural
And the supernatural.

And thus.
The village claims another soul.

In the ever growing.
Legion of the Damned.