The ghostly hallFull of ghouls and demonsAll of them howl in an utter cacophony.Each of themWith their own dark formTaking on the worstOf the human experienceTheir screamsFIll the air with a thickness that is indescribableEach of their sorrowed shouts slithers slowly through my earsTucked away in all the nooks and crannies of this hallThey wait, ready to attackAlways on the prowl and never letting their guard up