She walked into the dark dreary bar,
wondering if she should turn back, run to her car...
Smoke billowed without notice, filling the small room,
a few regulars were perched on barstools, speaking of gloom
They saw her walk in as they poured down their beers
Her well pressed suit and designer shoes,
She definitely did not belong here...
The high tops stood empty, as she pulled up a stool
Ashtrays and peanuts strategically placed, beer on tap, being kept cool
She sat still in the darkness, thick smoke all around
She was a prisoner now, she could not make a sound
Her head began to ache, her mind began to race
She knew she did not belong in this place...
The jukebox began playing some sad country song
Her heart started screaming, something was wrong!
The door finally opened
There he stood
Wearing the red sweater, like he said he would
Strange grin on his face, he was covered in sweat
She couldn't move now, not a hair out of place
He walked closer and closer, her heart started to race
She had no where to hide, no where to run,
She knew right then, the nightmare had only begun...