Her scream echoed down my spine,
Scratches and scars appear from the corners of the room,
Slamming doors,
Screeching voices,
Loud whispers from inside the closet.
I heard screams from downstairs,
"Help me!" She cried in agony.
More voices came on the basement,
A small voice,
Crying, weeping,
A child.
The boy screamed in high pitch,
With a grin afterwards,
His eyes, red as blood.
The room at the end made another sound,
Deep,
Cold voice,
Madly laughing,
Berzerk then calm,
He went up on me and stared with his scarlet eyes,
Then he wept, then he laughed,
Then he smiled.
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