Sometimes I concern myself in the dark,
always feeling like someone's behind me.
That chill in the air while I walk,
every foot step I take; I hear another one.

In a house that over a hundred years old,
with history left on its walls,
you know the stories inside,
and wondering if your really safe inside.

The old scars now is effecting you,
but don't know if something touched you.
the creation of confusion,
the emotions you can't explained,
you would wonder in the dark,
while you sleep alone,
you wonder right now if there's someone
in your room,
waiting to be expose from the other side,
and they might never leave you alone.