The Feast Beneath

Beneath the floor, a whisper calls,

A screech that shakes the crumbling walls.

Claws that scrape, breath so cold,

A hungry thing from realms untold.

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You try to flee, but shadows cling,

The floorboard cracks, the walls sting.

It pulls you down with savage grace,

To join the dead in that cursed place.

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No escape, no one to hear,

The screams below will never clear.

Now you’re part of the endless feast,

Where terror never stops, to say the least.