Rusty doors creak
You can hear a mouse squeak
The ceiling’s lined with cobwebs
Listen to the old taps leak

Clocks tick-tocking
A phantom chair is rocking
The floor is carpeted with dust
Door bolts magically are locking

A footstep from above you
Strange noises from below, too
You can hear the sound of chains
You scream, what should you do?

You run to the door
But you trip on the floor
The noises are behind you
And becoming more and more

The front door is locked
Your body’s in shock
“We’re coming to get you!”
The rasping voices mock

You cannot get out
No-one will hear your shout
You hammer at the door
But you’re trapped, there is no doubt.

The voices coming near
Your heart, it leaps in fear
You close your eyes and plead
Down your cheek there rolls a tear.

You’re lost inside the gloom
You’re sure to meet your doom
You think you’re going to wake up
Inside a stone cold tomb

The voices have approached you
There’s nothing you can do
You pass out on the floor
Your body turns to glue.


 
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