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Ridiculous Restrictions

A beautiful mansion stood before me,
Carved charisma, a beauty to see,
My mind was imprisoned by its crimson designs,
The sea beside gave a paranormal vibe,
My phone chimed, I read the strange instructions,
What were these ridiculous restrictions?

“Go straight to Room no. 403,
Don’t peek into rooms,  don’t stop to see,
Screams and whispers are just illusions,
The white figures are mere hallucinations,
Don't look in the mirror for more than 3 seconds,
I have warned you, you better listen,
Go straight to sleep before 11:59,
Don't ask questions, strictly follow the time,
If you stay in the room for more than two days,
I won’t answer why there is blood on your dress,
Once you close your eyes, don't open them,
Don’t look back to see who’s calling your name,
You may find a wet, decayed body or two,
They must’ve escaped from the graveyard blue,
If you feel touched, if you get chills,
Control yourself, curiosity kills,
Your tortured screams will never be heard,
So remember the instructions, ignore the blood,
If you somehow return, don’t search on the net,
The stories of murders are just fake sets,
If your life is precious, do not delay,
But other than that, enjoy your stay!”

Like I said, ridiculous restrictions,
I am brave! I don’t follow these impressions,
I stepped inside and someone called my name,
I shouldn’t have looked back, but I did the same,
Now I spot another woman entering the mansion,
It feels like an eternity, a life forgotten,
I glide behind her and call her sweetly,
Her scared screams surprise me deeply,
All I did was kill, like I was killed that time,
And painted another crimson design,
A beautiful mansion stood before me,
As I sent some ridiculous restrictions,
for another to see.

- Indrani A. Deo

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