Now it's your turn

It was the 30th of october and Carl lay awake in her bed. The rain had stopped and the sky was pitch black like a layer of black rug covering the world.

The room was so silent that Carl could hear the moving particles. She whistled to make herself feel comfortable.
As she looked outside her window she saw the watchman.
The old crooked watchman; who took rounds every night. He whistled and muttered as his shadow stretched over to Carl's door.
Carl stopped whistling and listened, waiting for the cackling voice to sing. She heard it say-
"I walk across the street as no one lay awake tonight. The ghosts will rise and sing along. As the world gets sucked inside!"
The creepy old man walked rather in a strange way causing distorted shadows to fall over Carl's face.

There was a sudden silence. It was a deafening silence. It was followed by a shriek and then a wail.
Carl jumped out of her bed . She was wide awake as she walked up to her parents room where she heard a low snoring, and an occasional sleepy mutter. It was her parents. And the were still fast asleep.
It was the fact that Carl was alone that made her scared. The fact that the watchman still sang outside her window..... Then the song stopped again.

And this time it was for Carl.