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I am, walking through these halls with ghosts accompanying by…

Walking through these halls with ghosts, it gives me the CREEPS, and yet, this, is a walk that I must, do on my own, with NOBODY else that’s substantial (meaning in the flesh???) with me, just, ghosts!

Walking through these halls with ghosts, they’d screamed that loud screech, made my ears bleed, I’d covered up my ears, to block out their high-pitched shrieks, but, those, horrible sounds, they’d still, made their ways, into my long, winding ear canals, and what’s worse, was that there’s, that echo there too.

Walking through these halls with ghosts, how can I, get away from them all, unscathed, I’d wondered???  There’s no way, I’ll walk away, without a single SCRATCH on me as I walked down this pass, through this, valley of, darkness and shadows.

not my photograph.

Walking through these halls with ghosts, I’d found comfort, in their accompanying me now, I’d, grown, accustomed to them, gotten used to how, I’m supposed to, be accompanied, by the presences of these, phantasms, for life………

Walking through these halls with ghosts, I wonder, WHEN, will I, be done, walking this hard road, I look all around me, and saw, NO exit sign anywhere, near OR far, god DAMN it!!!