Lost In Limbo

I hear feminist whispers, feel the chilling embrace of horror's icy touch in this haunted place. The dark of night alive with a malevolent force is an entity that stalks me without any remorse. Eyes gleam from the shadows with a sinister glow, an unseen menace that may be a formidable foe. The mind's twisted labyrinth is a maze of fright, where reality blends with the shadows of night. A phantom presence tries to fill me with chill dread. I must quell the whispers of terror that echo in my head. A lullaby of horror, words written for a twisted rhyme, still stealthily stalk me through the depths of time.