Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near,
A quiet voice begins what can’t be unseen;
Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.
A photograph, a forest, cold with fear,
A vanished hiker lost in living green—
Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near.
A diver finds a doorway in a pier,
A journal page tells where someone has been;
Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.
A cabin waits where no one should appear,
A radio call breaks softly in between—
Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near.
The storyteller leans so we can hear
How ordinary days turn unforeseen;
Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.
So millions sit while midnight edges clear,
Each tale a place where truth is rarely clean—
Strange, dark, and mysterious—gather near,
Strange, dark, and mysterious—listen here.