Acrid smells
rotten fruit
eviscerated bodies
a lamp lit room,
dark corners
silhouettes
dangling corpse
nightmare
horror show
so crude.
shadowy figures
moving around
the room
spectral
a full moon
shines through
crack with in
this tomb
eerie cries
sudden screams
ears ringing
bells tolling
insanity
reigns
supreme
in the worst
place that
I have ever been.
Evil dwells
panic
cannot be quelled
hair prickling
on back of neck.
Fear is rising
goosebumps appear
I need to wake
get out of here.
fauxcroft 
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