Whispers of the Soul: part 2

Horror

Whispers in the Dark

In shadows deep, where nightmares creep,
A chilling breeze makes the darkness weep.
The moon hangs low, a ghostly glow,
As whispers weave through the air, soft and slow.

Footsteps echo on the creaking floor,
A presence lingers behind the door.
With bated breath, you strain to hear,
The sound of silence that fills you with fear.

The clock strikes twelve, the hour is late,
A shiver runs down, as you contemplate
The tales of dread that haunt this place,
The lingering spirits, their cold embrace.

A flicker of light, a sudden chill,
The shadows shift, and time stands still.
Eyes glint like coals, in the inky black,
You turn to run, but there's no turning back.

The air grows heavy, thick with despair,
A specter appears, with a haunting stare.
Its voice, a whisper, a cruel delight,
"Come closer, dear child, don't run from the night."

In the mirror's reflection, a figure stands still,
A twisted smile that sends your heart to thrill.
With fingers like claws, it reaches for you,
A nightmare awakened, a horror come true.

You stumble and fall, but there's nowhere to hide,
The darkness envelops, it swallows your pride.
The walls start to close in, the ceiling draws near,
As laughter echoes, sharp as your fear.

With breath quickening, the night stretches long,
In the grip of the shadows, you fight to be strong.
But the darkness is hungry, it feeds on your fright,
And the whispers keep calling, "Stay with us tonight."

From the attic, a rustle, like scratching of nails,
A promise of horrors that twist through the gales.
The portraits around you, their eyes seem to shift,
In a gallery of anguish, their spirits are adrift.

The floorboards groan softly, a sinister song,
A lullaby sung to those who've done wrong.
With each haunting note, your heart skips a beat,
As shadows converge, you feel the cold heat.

You run to the hallway, but it stretches for miles,
Each corner you turn, another ghostly smile.
The whispers grow louder, a cacophony shrieks,
In this house of the damned, it's your soul that it seeks.

The wind howls outside, like a banshee in flight,
As the clock ticks away the last of your light.
A flicker, a spark—your courage takes flight,
But the darkness surrounds you, a cloak of pure night.

Through the door, you glimpse what your heart fears the most,
A banquet of shadows, a spectral host.
With tables of bones and goblets of dread,
They beckon you forward, to join the undead.

But deep in your core, a flicker remains,
A spark of defiance, despite all the chains.
You gather your strength, and you shout to the dark,
"I will not be your pawn, I'll ignite my own spark!"

In a burst of fierce energy, you break through the wall,
The whispers grow frantic, they rise and they call.
"Come back, little lost one! Don't leave us behind!"
But you push through the door, escape you must find.

With the dawn's first light, you burst into day,
Leaving behind the shadows that led you astray.
Though the night may be haunting, its echoes will fade,
For the strength of your spirit is the price that you paid.

But in the quiet moments, when the shadows may creep,
Remember the whispers that haunt you in sleep.
For the darkness is patient, it watches, it waits,
And the horror you faced still lies at your gates.

So guard your heart closely, and tread with great care,
For the whispers in the dark may still linger there.
In the corners of shadows, in the depths of your mind,
The nightmares are restless, and the darkness is blind.