Whispers, Whispers

In the darkest of nights, when the wind whispers low,
And the moon hides its face, afraid to show.
There lurks a presence, unseen and unknown,
A horror that chills you right down to the bone.

The shadows come alive, dancing on the wall,
The silence is deafening, it's like a siren's call.
Your head starts to race, you feel a cold sweat,
You're not sure where to go, or what to do next.

whispers, whispers, they're getting louder,
You feel a chill, like you're standing bare.
A gaze, a stare, those eyes, they're all around,
A grip that's tight, shadows on the ground.

The floorboards creak beneath your feet,
The cobwebs stir, in time with your heartbeat.
The door creaks open, it's just the wind,
Or so you thought, but now you rescind.

The horror that lies within this place,
It's not just your imagination, it's more than a trace.
Of something that's real, something to fear,
Something that's closer than it appears.

You turn around, but there's no one there,
Just emptiness, and you're filled with despair.
This place is cursed, haunted, and vile,
And you can't escape, you're trapped in it's mile.

So beware, beware,and don't be brave,
The horror that's lurking is set to enslave.
Your soul, your mind, your very being,
You won't escape your grasp once it's seen.

For it's the darkness, the night, and the unknown,
The presence that's there, and has often grown.
This eerie, frightening, and haunting world,
Which you're now trapped in, too soon unfurled.