She's just sitting there.

Casually glancing around the room.

Wishing to be anywhere but here.

It's got an accustomed gloom.

The room is empty and bare,

No one in sight.

She's been given quite a scare,

Even without the night.

Cobwebs stretch across an empty bookcase,

And dust has gathered on the floor.

She notices a girl by the base,

Who is huddled by the door.

She moves closer to the girl,

Before realization sets in.

The room begins to whirl,

And she doesn't know where to begin.

Knowing she's trapped,

With the one she's killed.

She screams until her voice is cracked,

Only understanding after blood is spilled.