The massive door  cries its opposition as it squeaks open,
The white walls and ceilings loom over me,
a small figure in a brilliant foreground.
Walking into the common room I find a large couch,
uninhabited.
I am a lone echo wandering these empty halls searching for the other guests.
But none of them are to be found.
A eerie sensation follows me,
Eyes roaming the room,
targeting me.
I am not alone.
As though reading my thoughts,
shadows creep out into the open,
The missing guests stand before me.
Friendly faces twist into snarls,
Smiling  with menacing lips.
Each of them accounted for.
Each of them a close friend of mine.
With a quaky voice I whisper a hello,
only to see their grimaces grow.
Something cool is suddenly pressed into my stomach,
The metallic smell rises as I clutch the wound and collapse.
All of them,
Were Murders.