Twisted, demented;
Sacred but rotten.
Sitting in the corners;
Memories forgotten.
Holes in the walls
Are filled with eyes.
They watch you walk;
They see your cries.
Twisted laughter echoes far;
Bloodied knives upon the bar.
Take your steps on creaking floorboards-
Tallies kept on the scoreboard.
Of those who came,
But never left.
Screams of pain;
No one's exempt.
There is no power;
The lights still flicker.
An empty chair rocks,
It's made of wicker.
You feel a touch,
But no one's there.
You think too much;
You shouldn't dare.
Take your steps,
And take them slow.
You'll feel regret,
Before the final blow.
Blood runs down the windowsills
From all the souls this house has killed.
Trails of scratches tattoo the walls,
Of those before who resisted and clawed.
They tried so hard to escape,
But in the end, they sealed their fate
For once you enter, it is the end-
In this horror shop, forever you'll spend.
-Corbin