Hushed whispers,
Chilling screams,
Of paranoia
Lost In dreams,
Becoming nightmares
Rarely before seen,
Of remnants of the tortured
To obscene.
In a disused shack,
In a forest clearing,
The kind of place
That many are fearing,
Apparitions dwelling within
Looking to rend you
Limb from painful limb.
So enter there if you dare,
Enter there if you’re not scared,
Enter now and discover the truth,
That, that is last anyone will see of you.
fauxcroft 
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