Imagine there were people,
Yes, right over there.

Imagine hearing their breathing,
Feeling their cold dead stare.

Am I making you uncomfortable,
By imagining such things?

I'm merely preparing you darling,
For they are more real than you think.

What's that? A rattling breath,
A drag of bone on wood,
The feel of death approaching,

You'd scream now,
If you could.

Imagination, such a wonderful thing,
The horror and fear it can bring.

You're now having a glance,
Over there,
If you dare,

Aren't you?

You Should!