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A chill cold and a banging door

A shiver ran down her spine,

Like it’s never done before

The hair prickles on the nape of her neck,

She asks herself if she is scared yet,

As she walks through this house

Of darkness, deceit and deep regrets,

Where will the beast manifest next

It’s torn apart her life and family,

She’s the last survivor of this insanity,

Tensions heighten it’s no electric

She no longer doubts the paranormal

This woman who once was a skeptic,

A hideous screech and scream rings out

The beast appears and it knocks her down,

It’s face contorted, it slavers hate

It moves closer until face to face,

She cries and becomes hysterical

Is this, then end of it all,

But it whispers hoarsely you will be saved

So that you can, live out your days,

In fear and grief and in loss and pain

Feeling guilty and ashamed,

That you survived and they did not

Your life will be defiled by the rot,

That you were to weak and could not stop

The beast from destroying your lot,

And this memory will never heal

And this torment will never be forgot,

And all your days will be cold and bitter

No more summer days just the bleakest winters,

The beast then stepped back and in a haze

It disappeared back to where it came from again,

And she was left, this tortured woman of pain,

All alone here again, wondering how shed cope

Knowing even death they’d be no hope,

She left this house but left a note,

Saying this house is cursed I must let you know

Here in this house only loss and pain grows,

She walked away to live her life of dark days

And she found no salvation no matter how she prayed,

She died alone and she died afraid

But most of all she died an old person in so much pain,

Because she felt guilty she had survived.