And, for our final Scary Stories post, our International Correspondent Quintus shares a scary poem.

By Quintus Ni

Pale night, dim candle
Old man of old roots
Spit out your teeth, and say
One year and one month, bones grew out of the soil
Crow, wind, open mouth of grave
Full moon in branches
Dead willow by water
A skinny barking dog outside the village
The moonlight cleans the windows silently
Like a cold hand
Children dare not dream
I always think, what’s out there
Quietly, walking
It’s hanging from the top of the tree
It’s the ghost of grandfather
Or mom’s sleeves?
That night
Silence darkens the night
The room is empty
nothing in the world

Scary Stories Editor: Erik Bearman