Midnight echoes fade
Replaced by distant whispers
Softened by the Lake
Uneasy noises…
Ripples from the other side?
Or something closer?
A growl then a shriek
And then an eerie silence
Dark thoughts flooding in
Two questions remain
To walk ahead or go back?
The Lake gives no clue
One sound shows the way
A cold whisper in the ear
‘I’m standing right here’
Twigs crack as I flee
Mocking laughter all around
As I trip and fall
Icy hands grab me
Pull me toward the water…
Screaming, I awake.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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