In the room of mannequins,
i stood in the dark corner as they stumbled towards me,
as they stumbled towards me they tripped.
In the room of death dolls,
i watched as they giggled with their sinister voices,
as they laughed and giggled they smashed elegant objects.
In the attic of spiders and dead flies,
their legs twitched as i watched in horror,
as they came alive again was running for my life.
In the room of killer photos,
i stared at all of them as they came crashing and crawling down out of the wall.
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