The sapphire night danced when the moonlit street glistened behind the walnut trees and streetlights. "Splat, splat," the clouds were weeping. The street was surrounded by houses and a Fish And Chip Shop. Dustbins stank the place out; the wind whistled in villagers ears. Shimmering, sparkling stars joyfully glistened in the moonlight. Mary a teenager, wearing a denim jacket ponderously ambled. She was on her way to her friends house and heard a sound. Mary ignored it. It was a night when crooked trees; spooky mysteries. Everybody was gone and it was just her. The spookiness continues in her heart.