Do we know what creeps behind us when we walk.
Do we know what whispers in our ears when we talk.
Down the staircase may hold answers to your past.
Down the staircase, we walk very fast.
Into the darkness, we do roam.
Loud noises coming from your phone.
Along the walls, the spiders crawl.
Into the darkness we may fall.
Round and round the web does spin.
A spider, sits with a darkened grin.
We screech, we cry ...
Please don't let me die..
The darkness takes us back inside.
Under the staircase is where we hide.
Laughter breaks apart the silence in the night.
Oh free me, free me, from this frightful sight.
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