Beneath the shadows

Beneath the shadows and the midnight gloom,

A terror lurks that fills the heart with doom,

A presence unseen, but felt all the same,

A fear that haunts and bears a twisted name.

The darkness creeps and slithers all around,

Whispers in the ear, a chilling sound,

Eerie silence broken by the creaks and groans,

Of an old, decrepit house with moans and groans.

Footsteps echo through the empty halls,

Ghosts of the past, their mournful calls,

The air is thick with a putrid smell,

Of death and decay, a story to tell.

Blood stains the walls and the floors below,

A gruesome scene, a tale of woe,

The spirit of the dead, still wandering free,

A haunting memory, a sight to see.

In the corners of the room, the shadows dance,

The devil's plaything, a twisted romance,

The heart races, the breath comes in gasps,

As terror grips, in its icy grasp.

The horror of the night, a gruesome delight,

A feast for the senses, a macabre sight,

The terror of the mind, a chilling refrain,

In this haunted house, where evil reigns.