Horrific tales cling to the walls, as sharpened claws chillingly screech, As the trenched marks, breath and pulsate, Under the dense fog, howling eerie sounds, No physical human face appears, The flickerings of the dim lights, whose invisible hands loiter? Empty vessels float in white, this is their marked domain. Direct and uncompassionate, no one dare step inside. Mantlepiece, carved by an artist, left destroyed beyond repair, As stained by very old dried blood, crusting with the decay, No timepiece to be seen, yet the booming ticks of a clock are heard, Secrets of devilish play, buried beneath the murky darkened floors, In the gripping terror, fearing to breath, Old equipment, whizzes at will, shutters open and close with force, doors swing and creak, No human has ever left this forsaken ghostly Mansion alive, it sighs and weeps for those torn apart. Treachery, poisonous schemes, shattered memories linger in the empty void, yet they roam the corridors in rattling pain. They can no longer leave, a curse with the cursed.
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@@Era.eScapes Thank you so much for the kind words, and giving me the inspiration through your amazing soundscape and visual!!! So well done my friend. ❤💚👻😍
Horrific tales cling to the walls, as sharpened claws chillingly screech,
As the trenched marks, breath and pulsate,
Under the dense fog, howling eerie sounds,
No physical human face appears,
The flickerings of the dim lights, whose invisible hands loiter?
Empty vessels float in white, this is their marked domain.
Direct and uncompassionate, no one dare step inside.
Mantlepiece, carved by an artist, left destroyed beyond repair,
As stained by very old dried blood, crusting with the decay,
No timepiece to be seen, yet the booming ticks of a clock are heard,
Secrets of devilish play, buried beneath the murky darkened floors,
In the gripping terror, fearing to breath,
Old equipment, whizzes at will, shutters open and close with force, doors swing and creak,
No human has ever left this forsaken ghostly Mansion alive, it sighs and weeps for those torn apart.
Treachery, poisonous schemes, shattered memories linger in the empty void, yet they roam the corridors in rattling pain. They can no longer leave, a curse with the cursed.
Your words paint such a vivid and chilling picture 👻 I love how you expanded on my background and brought the inside of the mansion to life through your storytelling! Thank you my freind 💖
@@Era.eScapes Thank you so much for the kind words, and giving me the inspiration through your amazing soundscape and visual!!! So well done my friend. ❤💚👻😍
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