Under a dark ceiling in an isolated room,
All to be heard are the echoes of these ever pacing footsteps,
Stir-crazy and restless, demonic eyes dart back and forth,
But something breaks the silence, approaching this cell door.
A separate pair of clacking joins in now with mine,
Sounding through the empty corridor with a malice quite familiar.
An old fear grows inside like a deadly poisonous fungi,
Every muscle freezes, swallowed by shadows that restrain any movement.
Standing on cold cement, with biting fingers it reaches up,
To choke me with it’s numbing grasp,
Every second lasts an hour as I wait in cold sweat,
Finally the thundering thud on the cell door - time is up.
Body pressed against the wall these breaths come and go so quickly,
The clanging of the the bolts unlocking sends in the chest a tightening,
Slowly pushed open door hinges screech a slow shrill of agony,
Metal glints by candlelight, firmly gripped and menacing.
Soon the screams are silenced, throat sliced by the blade,
Last leave this dying body as past catches up at last
Death eventually noticed, A body not blossomed with crimson blood nor wound,
Cameras caught no sign of anyone entering or leaving that room.
“A hallucination killed her, she must have died of fright.”
Is what the report concluded, but a detail remained absent,
The door locked and bolted, secured from the outside,
Had been found wide open though not a soul was near that dark corridor.
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Based on the walking down the dark street with someone following you idea. But I added a mental asylum patient twist. Just something I did for class, yeah it’s not great...
