Hair standing on end
At the edge of the winding staircase
Under my feet there is dust
Night has fallen
The damp, musty smell
Enters the quivering nostrils of my nose
Darkness takes over quickly
Home to spooky souls
Old cobwebs and creaky sounds
Unhappy ghouls and their creepy friends
Scary things that go bump in the night
Escape is not an option.
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