22 June 2012
Alone it sits on Dreary Lane, Decrepit and crumbling, Abandoned and forgotten, Foundations all a-rumbling.
A silent house of nightmares, Once home to crimes and shame, Darkened doors and windows, Filled with ill-forgotten blame.
Streaks of terror run throughout, Once hunted down the halls, Fear and loathing run rampant, Smeared all along the walls.
A house of horror it was, Once filled with pure evil, Now it sits forever tainted, No matter the upheaval.
House Of Horror • Opuss № I