It was one foggy night that I rode out to the old mill.
It was abandoned and looked like a land fill.

Nothing had changed it was still the same.
The wires were missing and thieves were to blame.

The sounds weren't familiar they seem to be weird.
I looked around from one end of the building to the rear.

No one was there I had hoped it was scary to me.
I didn't want to see anything but myself that was suppose to be.

As I rounded another corner I looked behind and saw a figure that looked highly odd.

Not walking away I decided to run, and find myself tripping over a rod.

It was bout midnight and all was gone nothing left but the breezes and the cool calm wind.

I turned to walk toward my car, and looking at the rim.

I saw what horrified even a person like me.
The tires had all be slashed this wasn't suppose to be.

I crept up to my car close and closer I got,
When all of the sudden I began hearing a trot.

Turning around I saw the figure once again,
Leave me a lone I said as I cried in vain.

It left me once more and I went on never to return.
Its one of those things that are called a life lesson learned.