This house is something dark,

Souls wandering these halls,

Goblins under the stairs,

Werewolves howl in the backyard,

Mummies in the basement.

The light starts to go out in my hands,

The air chilly and uninviting,

My skin crawling with spiders.

The light goes out completely,

Darkness embracing me.

Fog gathers in front of my eyes,

Acid stinging my fingers,

Tears melting my eyes.

Memories swim in the colors,

Faces and places in a tidal wave,

Anger and shame and sorrow and fear,

Hand in hand,

Making walls in my path.

Knees scrape the ground,

Body shaking in release,

Noise filling my ears.

The dark wipes the tears away,

The souls pick me off the floor,

Goblins feed me,

Werewolves comfort me,

Mummies change my clothes.

Smiles all around,

Hand in hand,

The house moaning,

The wind screaming,

But the monsters silent.

They are too busy

Keeping me company.