after death premises

bewitching spheres i sense when the temperatures fall

whilst dusk quickly devoures all light inside the townshend's hall

ghostly phenomena i have seen. roaming it's huge corridors as if i dream abysmal dreams

1835; the year that colonel loftus saw dark things at night

walking towards his room. a spectral form appeared then vaporized in gloom

tenebrous winds. waving curtains

unreal noises

footsteps and strange voices

neither christ nor sunlight marked this place with holy grace during these christmas days

i fell. dark things staring at me

this classic realm is just another version of hell

her dead skin glowed with a pale luminescence

a forgotten entity that dwells in a brown satin dress

chained in a void of tragedy

bound to seek her children in everlasting eternity

colonel loftus met her twice

the second time. she stared at him and had no eyes

her feature looked horrific and cruel

watching the colonel like a terrifying pagan ghoul