The Hidden Creak

Forbidden echoes relinquish quiet whispers esoteric linguistics resonating inside the analytical hive.
Dying voices cry trying to define their time of perpetual decay, the darkest of unknown terrors fill the synapses with symbiotic night terrors. Gargantuan Horns roar in contempt
The ritualistic orchestral
monstrosities froth in composed malignancy, till death do the parasite and the host depart from the encased surrogates. Dark corridors shrouded in horrid secrecy, wooden walls filled with sordid antiquities,
and lonely corners where morbid serpentine Tongues of iniquity slither about without a whisper. Staring into absence waiting for it to call your name, dense nothingness fills the air and the loudest of silence deafens your ears. Uncertainty of the unknown is always a guilty pleasure, because every step taken within this palatial Tenement, surreal excursions inside This pestilential tomb shall dirge forth unreality to its most obscene subversion. Horrific Obscurities of terrifying implications within unknown abodes relinquish
mourns of deathly denizens, blasphemous mockery towards the human anatomy impetuous chimes tick from father time. Skin withering with every minute passing, exhalation of dead particles from antiquated flesh, can't you stop and smell the roses? Down further into fears canal
a deafening creak is heard inside the darkest chasms of atonal bloodlust and torturous arhythmic vices. Obsidian gates splattered with dried blood of the pianist protrudes thy entrance. Where lies the key? Only the chosen may know of its off-key riddle. Hellish shrieks can be heard behind the door, cacophonous sounds of high and low notes, choking shrills, vomiting of insanity. Disgorging of intestinal strictures slither out from the cast iron casing. A candle within lights up the chamber
Revealing two small orifices which provides for human curiosity. Peering at the horror inside i can see it leering at me with utmost terror. It is not the unrest spirit of the pianist, he tangoed and got his limbs ripped apart and tangled in the discordant chords. His fingers mangled from the splintered piano keys, withered old garments chewed up and spat out to burn beneath, loud audible banging
And desperate cries for a savior is heard. Demented creaking fills the room in attempt to silence the mournful cries, knocking over the candles that emitted dim rays of light that illuminated this chamber music of horrors. Trails of flame combust thin strings of cobweb that protrude from the ghastly behemoth setting ablaze to the entire catacombs of the hidden creaking.