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The Haunting
Cold, so cold, as everything seems to enshroud me encasing light, the flame of life - darkness within. Slivers of blue, ice my lips, like a frozen lake. Am I in a nightmare - is this where realms begin? All alone, is this real - where did all this begin? Sounds - a haunting violin. Wistful melody stirring my spirit to flee as walls echo non earthly vocals from within. Then, melancholy silence, nothing to awake - old portraits of past lives frozen in time therein. In fear, I am bound in its presence and shut in. Sounds - of eerie screams within. Torn, flapping curtains are wings of omen to me; Veils of black plumage, swirl and dance to death within. My conscience not forsaken - dreams to awaken! This hellish, long nightmare - how did this all begin? Is this real? I know not within - truth kept therein. Sounds - a ghostly violin. Vibrating wind moans, groans, as I quiver to see windows reflect ghastly visions staring within. I dread the awake now as windows, doors, do shake; a chilling foreboding fills me deep from within. Then it stops, listen - tick, tick, tick! What dwells therein? Sounds - echo my heart akin. Pulsating rhythm as it resonates, flows, through me - panelled walls, chimney, all breathing, contained herein. Louder, louder, consuming me, I need to make it stop! Or, be bound to this nightmare ever within. Or reality - I know not? Must escape herein. Sounds - hollow footsteps begin. Mortal fear, frozen limbs, as these echoes draw me to eerie murmurs that haunt and dampen my skin. Dissonance sounds escalate - heart pounding, I shake; Lasting impressions floating through air and within. Doom scents the room, time to flee - save my soul within. Sounds - more frightful screams begin. Blending into shadows that become me, I flee to nevermore suffer such mad torment within. Bright orbs guides me to a passage to forsake this terrifying world of darkness and ghosts therein. Praying for salvation I announce all past sin. Sounds - reality screams within. Not alone for colourless spirits there I see with hushed, funereal tones swirling as they begin darting to, fro, with haunting faces of heartache. Wretched souls, silhouettes, of years gone, remain therein. Terror consumes me - need to leave - run from within. Sounds - no sounds - realise within. Ornate mirror hangs, cobwebs strewn, dims projection. I glance searching for a white, pallor complexion. Nothing, nothing! Horror! There is no reflection …
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