Sinister Countdown- Midnight Walking

Footsteps wander a lonely hall, Shuffling beneath a moon quite full. Curtains rustle as cold breeze ripples, Shifting gentle upon dusted ground. Shadows rise up between closed doors, And shriek in silence as the flash down. All the while footsteps wander, Passing onward in a forgotten round. Now you hear voices whispered, Murmur beyond locked … More Sinister Countdown- Midnight Walking