It

I left my purse in a place I don't want to go back too
My friend's house, a big house, one that looks sp gloomy and dark
My imagination went wild there, looking at this place from a scared person's view
So in the darkness of night I head back to the house that had to be and come from Satan's park

I walk back to this awful place, upon getting there I find the front door is unlocked
So I take it upon my self to go inside, finding that no one is at home
The horrific feelings I get here, I wish some way, them I could block
I don't see my purse, so this place reminding me of a supernatural lair, to find my purse, in this place, I must roam.

I have never been a believer of the paranormal and such, but this place, could make anyone change their mind
I can't help but feel several pair of eyes, every move I make, they are watching me
The lights are not working, it;s like I have to rumble through this place like I am totally blind
All my stuff is in my purse, I have to find it, I try to ignore the fact I just want to flee.

Outside a storm is brewing, the illumination from the lightning gives me a small source of light
I guess the lights don't work, because of the on going storm
The darkness, I try to remain sensible and logical, to my sanity I try to hold on tight
The illumination, every now and then I think I see some sort of form.

Now fear, starts to slowly creep up my spine
Finally, I see my purse, I grab it, then I just want to run
Before I can get out I see something that is very hard to define
Now I am afraid, to get out I must find a different route.

On my way to the back door, I know what I saw is following me
A transparent figure, one that is all black, and behind me it is calling out to me
How do you stay here? Knowing that it is here, I know this is true, because my eyes it they see
Then I feel like a hand on my shoulder----------------------------------------------

I always love your endings Lania
They're a real grabber......

hehe couldn't resist the pun
Roses to you Lania

Teresa