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My footsteps were dampened By the cool grey stone As I walked down The cold and empty hall On my right and left Were rows and rows of cells This place must have been a prison Long ago before it was abandoned Dusty light fell down Through the small barred window Passing through it I noticed It felt much thicker than air At the end of the hallway I came to a wood panel door Reinforced with metal But it appeared to be unlocked I gently turned the **** And enter the room behind It was small room furnished by Nothing but a crude chair and table Shutting the door behind me I realized that There were no other entrances Or exits to the room It was rather dark Dust and particles filled the air The only light Came from a lamp on the table On that table, besides the lamp, were Various old files, Empty film canisters And a curious movie projector Devoid of any film Searching further I found One of the canisters Actually contained a film In immaculate condition Curious I picked it up And fed it through the projector Once I was sure it was in place I turned the machine on Nothing happened at first And then the opposite wall Burst into animation As the film began to play There was an eye I was not sure If the movie was playing Until I saw it blink And I do not know How long I watched it For it managed to hold My unwaivering attention Other scenes began to play And they flowed from one to the next The longer I watched The less I understood of what I saw The visions on the screen Became increasingly stranger I felt both sick And horribly uneasy The only thing I could now make out Was a dark lanky hand Stretching and curling around Around a door frame Only then did I realize I had stopped watching the screen long ago
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Film of Sight
My footsteps were dampened By the cool grey stone As I walked down The cold and empty hall On my right and left Were rows and rows of cells This place must have been a prison Long ago before it was abandoned Dusty light fell down Through the small barred window Passing through it I noticed It felt much thicker than air At the end of the hallway I came to a wood panel door Reinforced with metal But it appeared to be unlocked I gently turned the **** And enter the room behind It was small room furnished by Nothing but a crude chair and table Shutting the door behind me I realized that There were no other entrances Or exits to the room It was rather dark Dust and particles filled the air The only light Came from a lamp on the table On that table, besides the lamp, were Various old files, Empty film canisters And a curious movie projector Devoid of any film Searching further I found One of the canisters Actually contained a film In immaculate condition Curious I picked it up And fed it through the projector Once I was sure it was in place I turned the machine on Nothing happened at first And then the opposite wall Burst into animation As the film began to play There was an eye I was not sure If the movie was playing Until I saw it blink And I do not know How long I watched it For it managed to hold My unwaivering attention Other scenes began to play And they flowed from one to the next The longer I watched The less I understood of what I saw The visions on the screen Became increasingly stranger I felt both sick And horribly uneasy The only thing I could now make out Was a dark lanky hand Stretching and curling around Around a door frame Only then did I realize I had stopped watching the screen long ago
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
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