The Hallway

Theres the room
i can see it clearly
its at the end of the hallway
the hallway.
soaking in shadow
drenched with my fear
seeming to be reaching out for me
obscure words are written across its peeling walls
beside me is written “the beast”
above the dorr to the room
“Funny man, Aint it funny ,man, the funny man aint funny, nor is he a man”
i turn to leave
come to think of it
how did i get in here
no doors behind me
just a macabre painting of a gnarled skinny man
crouched in a dirty blood caked corner
all i can see of his face is his grin
i take a step back
i dont like his grin
like he can see somthing behing me
creeping up slowly
im trapped
trapped in a blood soaked hallway
i can hear screams
crying
laughing
i turn to find

no blood, no crys ,no grins
just, the hallway
how did i get here?
i turn back to the painting
there is no grin
just an empty corner caked in blood
thats it
i turn
i run
through blood and through crys
through laughter and grins
through beast and funny man to the room at the end of the hall.
bare
the room is bare
i look all around
nothing in here at all
just four walls, grey and peeling
four walls?
theres no door
no way out
i bang on the walls til my arms bleed
then i kick them til my legs split and bleed also
i claw and scratch and tear my nails to pieces
but im trapped
the wall is smeared with the blood
like the room itself has slashed its wrists
then come the wispers,the breathing just behind my but when i turn there is nothing
the laughter, the crys
and finally the grin
it spreads across my face
like a half moon of madness
a beastly inhuman grin
ripping the corners of my mouth
in the room at the end of the hall
all the crying , the blood , the painting
was all just a warning
or maybe a welcoming
or maybe just there to drive me mad with fear
so i make a break for the room
at the end of the hall
i scream with laughter
my vocal chords tear
but i continue to laugh
and my laughter and screams echo into the night
or maybe just into the hallway