End.

by Matt Carroll   Dec 17, 2021


Figures lurking in the darkness, footsteps echo through the halls
A chill you just can't shake as ever closer come the walls
Wicked whispers fill your ears, and it should come as no surprise
The last thing that you ever saw were pairs of glinting, blood red eyes

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