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As legend has it in these dark streets

Exists a manic mansion

So profound evil anyone who enters it

Will be devoured totally

In order to prove this I decided to visit

This haunted building

Armed with a notebook in order to write down

Anything I see and hear

I entered the old house on a cold autumn day

And was really disappointed

Only to find empty rooms covered with old dust

And nothing mystical in here

When the air condenses and the staircases creak

Breathless feels like pumping syrup through your lungs

When you rather want to flee with a piercing shriek

With a taste of putrescence on your tongue

Life here isn’t worth a thing

Blood red streams, horrifying scenes

In the house of silent screams

Weird dreams, gory extremes

In the house of silent screams

But as I tried to leave I always entered

The same room without windows

And then I felt it for the first time

That something is here

I don’t know through how many rooms I ran

Only to find an exit

But if someone reads this there is no hope for him

Oh god they are coming near