Date Written: 11/10/03
All alone in a big, scary looking building,
you go in a deserted corridor,
to find nothing but a veil,
but when you turn around,
all you hear are whispers,
whispers from the silent night,
whispers of your frightening past,
whispers of souls who met there terrible
And you turn to run, but the veil turn to grab you,
and you gave a good fight till the end,
and in you last hours you heard whispers.
And on 2:06 am,
Many people wonder how you died,
since you were found on your bed, strangled.
The scary thing is,
I heard the whispers when I went in your room.
Not sure whether they are after me,
but for a fleeting moment,
I thought you smiled, but,
you just said "Whispers."
Author Note: Some of my friends happen to say this poem is scary and weird.
I agree on the weird part. I wrote this early on a morning where I have to
be in a scary building where I took a class. Off course I read Harry Potter
the night before, so this is the inspiration I got, the scary building!