Manic laughter echoes in the dark room.
The metal clangs pierce the air,
Shattering the deadly silence into millions of sharp pieces.
Fingernails scrape across a chalkboard
And smoke fills the musty room
As the tiny sliver of moon shines through the barred window.
The laughter grows louder,
Making you cower on the dirty floor,
Smelling the rusty chains
And blood splattered on the walls.
You cough uncontrollably,
Bile rising in your throat,
Which soon turns stale and dry.
You shake as the footsteps stop
Just in front of the door keeping you safe.
You scream as he finally takes you.