The Abandoned School
The floor boards creak beneath me. Ghostly paintings glare at me from everywhere.
Behind me, just a trail of blackness. Like Death following, ready to strike. But I can't
turn back. Not now. I have to go there, get to that room. Get revenge for the death of my sister. I can here them now. The servants of death. On every side, nowhere to turn. I
start to run, but there following me. Rushing through the walls, whispering like they will
never stop. Finally I'm here. In the room where everything is, yet where nothing ever
will be. He will come for me. I know he will. Then there will be nothing, nothing but whispers, for ever more.
Behind me, just a trail of blackness. Like Death following, ready to strike. But I can't
turn back. Not now. I have to go there, get to that room. Get revenge for the death of my sister. I can here them now. The servants of death. On every side, nowhere to turn. I
start to run, but there following me. Rushing through the walls, whispering like they will
never stop. Finally I'm here. In the room where everything is, yet where nothing ever
will be. He will come for me. I know he will. Then there will be nothing, nothing but whispers, for ever more.