Urban Locations
I'd heard stories, but nothing compared to the horrible truth of that town
Dismal and brooding, the house watched the street like a lion sizing up its next meal
An unearthly glow illuminated the attic window
No rats in the walls could make the noises I heard
The basement stairs led into blackness and something much worse
The mansion had a history and none of it pleasant
Despair and decay hung heavy over the neighborhood
All hope crumbled behind those gray walls
Defaced and forgotten, the house lay waiting for its next victims
Lost in time, the restless dead walked the darkened hallways
The boards creaked, the wind moaned, and I began to sense a nameless presence
Terror gripped her as she crept down that groaning hall in the dead of night
Time stood still under the eerie spell of that decrepit mansion
The sickly green vines crawled up the trellis like cancer
I had a feeling the house was watching me, waiting to strike
The half-finished construction was like an open wound on the city's skyline
What devils looked down from that haunted window, I'll never know
Any hope of urban renewal had been lost
The painting's eyes moved, watching me with bloodshot evil
The museum was a tomb dedicated to the past—including that which should be forgotten
The door locked, and the four walls became my tomb
Shadows whispered from darkened corners
The house was built on a foundation of madness, its walls worse than any asylum
Only the dead lived in that terrible house
The abandoned lot beckoned the boys closer…
The junkyard was filled with memories of that savage night
Dilapidated, the house was home only to the spiders and their victims
No fire could warm the deathly chill from the room in which he died
Cobwebs choked the light from the room
That the house was haunted, I had no doubt
The entire area was cordoned off with police tape
Squad cars blocked off the intersection in a flashing sea of red and blue