The door before me,

holding back whatever is

making muffled sounds

behind.

I grasp the handle and

breathe,

before I twist the knob and

push.

Heat, sweaty and stifling,

surrounds me then

enters

my lungs.

And the muffled becomes intelligible.

So it begins.

A dark room,

The shadows dance around me,

Fooling my eyes,

And terrorizing my soul.

Feasting on my fear,

Fueling their insanity and evil,

Using the darkness to extract what they need,

Like a parasite,

Sucking out my life.

- Michael Hall