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Hotel Fear

Hotel fear

Hotel Fear

The hotel that stands on the corner of the street,is never a great place to meet.
On every floor stands cobwebs, a real horror picture show.
The history behind every door, is something you should know.
Rumor has it that the woman behind the desk, has been dead for years.
I'm laughing because i don't need her to bring out my fears.
There's blood stains in the tub, the maintenence worker,  forgot how to scrub.

Now, it doesn't make me want to be here anymore.
But, the woman at the desk says to never shut the door.
What is happening here, i can't stay and live in fear.
And now, no exit, the lights all dies.
A slush of wind and muffled cries.
They say that the devil once ruled this place.
Now, all that remains is the deathly grace.

The doors swung open, moonlight seeped, and oh my heart took a leap.
A lady with a grin and face so pale, the bullet still in her head and the wound so stale.
"Who are you?" I managed to stutter, somewhere up a bat just fluttered.
She faded as if she was never there.
Apart from the moonshine, the room was bare.

The curtains in the lobby,had a bad smell.
They were yellowish, grey and looked like hell.
I went up stairs to check this place out.
I heard many voices, then a loud shout.
Every door was numbered in an odd peculiar way.
A child of about ages 7 or 8, demanded me not to stay.

She looked like she was beaten, when i turned around, she was gone.
I don't think she knew where the hell that she belonged.
A man with a hunched back, tapped me on my shoulder; his smile was evil, and creeped me out, i just wanted to leave here.
I ran in my room, with so much fear.
There must be some kind of story, behind this place.
Everything you see here, puts a reaction on your face.

I thought to myself, what am i really doing here?
Do i really need to sleep in fear.
Sleepless i was, the cukoo counted two.
Outside i glared, the pain is misty blue.
Footsteps all around me, a thousand of them, a breath on my neck, a finger tugged by him.
I lay in silence, my bed lamp pops.
In pitch black i glare, they all breathed on me, can't breathe, can't see, the cukoo counted three.
No one will know that a visitor was gone, no one bats an eye, and no one will mourn.
I should have listened to that warning of that child, with that thought in mind, for that last time i smiled.

I felt a shiver across my back, i'm not the only one in this room.
The door open's and closes, someone else is mad, tonight there is a full moon.
They will never understand me, if i decide to leave, they will never let me go.
My story, is something big, i would like the whole world to know.
I felt a tug on my shoulder, a whisper in my ear.
A voice that said " you will never leave, hotel fear."