The witching hour by Sachien Krishna

"What happened" I inquired. All I could see was hazy haze. The deafening silence struck. Suddenly, spirits moaned in desperate freedom. Souls sobbed in sorrow. The dead lay. Apparition. Phantoms crept. Zombies scavenged. All was lost. The 'Withing hour' came. Monsters ascended from their graves. I was bewildered. All was confound. In an instant, all came chasing. After me. Running along the road.The monsters, tracing my steps, were persevering. My condemnation, death sentence. Just as they caught me. The light shone. eliminating the menaces. There I stood alone like a solitary wolf. "Will I ever encounter this phenomenon again.