Hidden doors within these walls
Little voices that mean some harm
All these things they talk about,
Would make you want to scream and shout.
Beyond the blood that spills over the floor,
Little red hand prints adorn the doors.
There's horror that this place contains,
within the walls are terrors remains.
I feel the fear creeping up my spine,
I see the bile that's been spilled into time.
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