20 November 2012
You step into the house, the air is still
Fingers on your neck, it's just a chill
The hall is vast, old and dead
There's only one way to go and it's not your bed
The stairways open mouth ready to bite
You take the first step into the night
When you reach the top the bedroom door awaits
You hear a rattle on the gates
You know the witch is in there, the air is musty and thick
But will you go in to save the town ?
Or will you be her last trick ?
Fear Part 2 • Opuss № I