I was standing in a dark space,
No light, not even the moonbeam.
The wind blew past my hair,
And the breeze whispers harshly on my ears.
I did not know why I was here,
Not even clue, nor a trace.
I just found myself standing in this spot,
Parted from the place where I had fun.
I started to walk forward,
And every step I take creates a red liquid light.
I started to shiver,
At the wind's unwelcoming coolness.
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Who brought me here?
Who is there?
I could feel an unwelcoming presense.
I took more steps,
And every sound was doubled, echoed.
My steps, my breath, even my hammering heart.
I sped up my pace,
And started to run.
I felt someone behind me,
Following me.
"Run!" she said,
And I ran faster.
"Run!" she repeated,
And I stopped.
"Who are you?" I shouted,
Silence is what I received.
"Who are you?!" I screamed,
Yet no one responded.
And so the whole place was lit,
By a red light that flickered from below.
As I looked down,
Blood splattered on where I stood.
I gasped and the voice was once again heard;
"Run!" it came from everywhere.
I lift my head and looked around,
What I saw was mirrors.
Mirrors that shows my reflection,
My reflection with a mask.
A red mask of the death.
With a huge sinister grinn.
"Run away!" she shouted, it echoed,
The mirrors cracked in sync.
"Run away from who you are!
And I will forever haunt you!"
The mirror cracked once more in harmony.
She laughed darkly,
Filling the room with thick atmosphere,
Safucating and haunting.
"Running is useless,
You can never escape me!
You can never escape who you are!
I will always haunt you!"
