Ghosts in the walls

Ghosts in the walls
shout down the halls.

Unintelligible moans
follow inhuman groans.

Chills race down my flesh
igniting fear afresh.

I hope not to meet face-to-face
whatever haunts this place.

Such gruesome sights,
unimaginable frights.

Why is it they haunt?
What do they want?

These halls aren't real;
it's only fear that I feel.

Just noises of the night
that set me with fright.

The cause of my gooseflesh
is only night air-cool and fresh.

Unless I'm mistaken
and it's me that's been taken,

it was just a silly notion
that set fear in motion.

No ghosts in the walls,
just me roaming halls.

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