13 g h o s t s


Voices echo down the hall & across the wall
In a white haze, everything's a blur, a white fog

And forms encircling 'round
And forms encircling 'round...

The constant tone of flesh and machine

Giving life...taking life
Giving life...taking life

Then comes the cold, flowing in your veins
Beware The Reaper's face
Making you insane...
You better shake off death!

Faceless GHOSTS twisting 'round
Don't follow the blindlight in their eyes
Or you'll be gone... Forever!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Though sterile institutions emerging Stronger still, through mental and physical dimensions of manmade terrors and wonders, The Beast prevails.


The subject "sacrifice" somehow find themselves in a hospital room, after a bout with a sudden mysterious illness after drinking from a strange goblet unearthed recently on the grounds, thought to be part of a rumored hidden family treasure for centuries. The goblet was cleaned and preserved in a cabinet for display, yet recent birthday celebrations bid partaking from it for the special occasion. 

At about 13:00, the lights flicker, buzzing out incrementally until the flashing stroboscopic pulsations reveal forms moving about in the gloom, almost like 'white shadows' moving to and fro... of a sudden, black-holed eyeless, featureless faces appear forwards, overshadowing in a haze, drifting through the walls, out of the mirror, and through slowly creaking doors. As they near, the victim passes out... 

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