Bugs swarm the skirting boards. Ripped curtains, ghost in the wind, Eyes sneak above the bed sheets. Shadows storm moonlit walls, Owls hoot.

Ghastly figures float across the ceiling,

Pressure bears down on the bed,

Icy hands touch with monstrous tenderness, Shivers echo with pleading prayers.

Bats fly.

Corner chair wrecks and rocks, scraping. Branches claw angrily against rain-stained panes, Door flies shut; the iron lock slams down. Shadows moan for release from purgatory, Blade stabs.