Follow the sounds of a laughing child,
see the trail of blood that lay before you,
its calling your name over and over again,
the faint smell of fear is hanging srongly in the air,
eyes of rott suround you now,
watching every step you take,
still softly they whisper your name,
unable to turn around for longing to solve this mystery,
the world around you has become cold,
your now left intierly on your own,
the scared child within you screams,
tears of blood run down your porclin cheek,
you relise at that moment of utter terrior you are unable to move your feet,
the giggling has returned to torment you again,
the calling of your name seems closeer now,
you feel the chill of death apon your neck,
black silence surounds you,
it has become you,
and now it will devour you.
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