Ruwan M Jayatunge 

Your heart is a hunted mansion

Appear menacing and imposing
surrounded by dead trees and plants
The windows are dark and filled with shadows
When I opened the main door, I got a heavy feeling
Am I walking towards my ill-fated destiny?
I see flickering candles forming shadows
The hallway is like a holograph of an event
Giving me optical illusions
The house has cold spots

With abrupt temperature changes
I hear the fright fiddles and the horror horns
With the occasional rattling of the chains
But I see no one
There are secret passages
leading to a final exit
Mirrors on the wall are covered with dust
Those mirrors don’t show reflections
I see shattered china everywhere
A creepy marionette puppet sitting in an armchair
Giving me a sardonic smile
The basement a full of mist covering the floor
A bath with murky liquid in it
The handrails are covered in blood
The shutters are loose and bang against the window frame
As the wind blows outside
Rotting curtains that rustle and move
I see a bowl of fruit rotten and full of maggots.
An old warlock gives a scary look
And it ticks back-wards
Creepy spiderwebs everywhere
A small drop of blood moves across the floor
Leaving behind a thin red line
I see musty, moldy books on a broken shelf
Scattered skeletons everywhere
Rotting dolls with necrotic damage
I found a room with a collection of jars of strange creatures
Maybe they were your previous victims
There is a burning candle mourning the loss of someone
Maybe he was your first true love
A marble statue sitting on the floor
The statue bleeds from the eyes and mouth
I see your diary, It starts out fairly normal,
But slowly descends into madness.
A door opens into darkness
A trapdoor that leads nowhere
I see a message written in blood on the walls
Abandon hope all ye who enter here

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