A room was closed loudly. The windows shut tight into isolation.
The house under a dark light that haunts every breath into a chill. Making a mist of our fears and disappearing into the scare of the unseen.
The glass on lamps scorched and melted, releasing the light and letting the dark creep in. Dead bulbs hanging by frozen iron rods, lining that deceased pathway, dirty and decomposing.
Just walking up to the door, you could hear the heartbeats drumming. Like a cry to the gods. They could be heard a lifetime away.
Shivering bats ran out of broken window panes to escape the chill filling up their bones, keeping them from flying.
I stood by the glass door. I watched my breath fog my vision. I turned the knob.