Wednesday, March 27, 2019


The hotel floor creaks.
I slowly turn around.
Where are The Dead freaks?
I hear no other sound.

The lights flicker.
Can the rumors be true?
I feel sicker.
The Dead will take me too.

I can see their faces.
Dark eyes stare at me
As they take their places.
I’ll never be free.

I run through the hall,
But I’m running in place.
I give up and fall.
A grin covers his face.

He leers at me.
Eyes glowing bright red.
A sight to see.
I won’t see my bed.

He lifts me in his arms.
We fly into the dark night.
I won’t fall for his charms.
The Dead come alive at night.

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