Night of the Cryptid

Once in a Mid Summer Night, It is the night of the Cryptid

You know it for that night is the night

When the wind brushes the trees like a fierce storm but

barely a breeze is in the the air.

An ominous silence is all around

it is haunting and yet enchanting

but do not let the silence lure you

for you will come back only a

shell, a zombie for the Cryptids game

That midsummer night

The Night of the Cryptid

when the sky is filled with

twilight's fog and the stray street cats

seem to be nowhere, as if they knew to hide

Lock all your doors on that midsummer night

and answer for no one, especially when there is a knocking

with no one in sight. For the crytpid can play with the

deceitfulness of the mind.

On the night of the Cryprid men have been driven

to madness, Taking the lives of friends, family, and themselves

Madness is the sickness this beast spreads through whispers

in the trees. And the constant rhythmic Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap,

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.

Of the tapestry hanging on the walls. Little noises, little distractions

seemingly small. The Cryptid will use to lure you into the madness.