The mirror hums a hollow tune,

Shadows twitch beneath the moon.

Footsteps echo where none should tread,

Whispers curl around your bed.

A smile that wasn’t yours before,

Eyes that vanish through the door.

The air grows thick, the walls lean in,

A chill that crawls beneath your skin.

Tick-tock—the clock forgets the hour,

Something stirs in your quiet bower.

You turn to scream—but no sound flows,

Only darkness, where the candle glows.