What she had seen, she could never take back, again.
The cackling sounds, became intensely frightening towards the end.
Scary as it may have appeared, she never denied that she didn't crave the fear.
The rain was falling hard and she needed shelter, that's how she ended up there.
Double, double, dare.
Carefully she had inspected the scene.
As corrupted as she was, nothing was getting in her way, the more she looked around, her tempers flared from peaceful to mean.
She was not gonna let this pass her by.
Her spectacles came out and her senses for being a spy.
Everyone who knew this woman would describe her as spiteful and morbid.
She's been this way ever since she was a kid.
What went down in this merciless place,
Holds a mournful scent.
What she saw brought her antipathy against the raw, exposed bodies and bones that were bent.
She needed to know how they were feeling on their last besotted days.
A nightmare that lasted their life time of someone's perfect ways.
The woman behind the doorway that seen everything that night.
Inconclusively, missed out on a few important facts of this horrific sight.
Supposedly, there hasn't been a crime like this one, in such a long time.
Evidence was scattered all around the place.
Except for that one familiar face.
She saw everything, but where did she disappear off to.
Making it into the papers, through and through.
But what can the court systems do?
Without a suspect or a name, nothing much was done.
Another reckless night, all in fun.
Double, double, dare..
A cold bewildered stare.
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