Hiding under the table...she was all wet
No one knows...it was sweat or tears...
Her fears had taken over her...
But no one came to the rescue...
She was lonely....waiting for someone
The day passed by...
And she still sat there shivering...
The demons...were wild...
roaming free around the house...
their thirst for her blood...could be seen in their eyes...
But...she couldn't die...
If she was the victim...then she was the savior...
She got up...waiting for no one to come...
On her way...to cut the demons into half!
to cut the throats...who had the guts to call her out!
Only one of them...was going to make it out alive of the house
She was misunderstood...
I remember...I heard some monstrous screams...
I ran...and I saw her smiling with the knife...
Hiding under the table...she was all wet...
No one knows...it was sweat or blood...


I wonder...what happened that night?