Walls, sheets, curtains, all white...

In the silence of the night shadows creep.
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.

The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.

The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.

Hands reach from the void, grasping,
clawing, pulling you deeper into the abyss.
The taste of fear, metallic and sharp,
lingering on the tongue a bitter promise.

No escape from the creeping terror.
No refuge in the familiar or the safe.
Just the relentless unending horror
of knowing you're never truly alone.