Drift up high.

Screams come from beneath the floor,

Coming to haunt me from the lies of before.

Moans of grief from mistakes,

How pathetic, to watch the ground shake.

They say they are going to get me,

Rip me and beat thee.

Laughs they receive from disbelief,

Rolling and watching them trying to reach me.

The cracks are widening and becoming larger,

Voices in my head are telling me to move faster.

Running around this house looking for nails and wood,

Still coming and I was going as fast as I could.

What do I do now trapped in the basement,

Wishing my setting was in a different placement.

Now no one can hear me scream,

So dark can’t see in front of me.

Faint whispers are drawing near,

Sliding of footsteps I can hear.

Pushing farther to the corner of the room,

Waiting to be placed in my final tomb.

I hold my breath so they might overlook me,

So don’t taunt what you can’t see.