The Hall

As time flies,
Shadows creep,
I make my way down the hall,
Where many were slaughtered,
Where blood was shed,
Where I dare not cross,
The light flickers,
And someone is here,

Gore runs down the walls,
On the rotting wood floor,
Crawls up my legs,
I head for the door,
I do not fear death,
I fear dieing by those things
And I here one whisper,
Inside of the wall,

I dare not speak,
Dare not ask,
For whom is stalking,
For whom has past,
Yet it excapes my lips,
A hollow groan,
"Who goes there?
Leave me alone."

The light flickers less,
Growing dim,
And the haunting spirit,
Rises with in,
Fear causes sweat,
Fear causes quakes,
Fear makes pain,
Paranoia breaks,

I sprint for the door,
But it catches me tight,
It rips open my chest,
To its own delight,
I try to yell,
But no sound comes out,
And it laughs,
As I try to shout,

My last breaths fade,
My body lands on the floor,
And the creature demands,
I want more,

Next time you walk down the hall,
And you here a snickering moan,
Do not belive,
That you are alone.