Everyone dancing, laughing, and drinking. But you're the only one standing. All eyes on you, the music, the clapping. It’s all for you. But how long will it last? 

The ghost of a guitar hangs on the wall, soon the music will fade with it. 

The now empty chair longs for the warmth of his musician. 

A blood soaked handprint writes ole on the walls. 

The man beside you will soon meet the same fate. His last breath escaping from his agape mouth. 

How much longer? The music might tire but you can’t. You must keep dancing, or another will take your place. 

Darkness follows your every step, beginning to swallow you whole. How long until it’s just you? Left alone in nothing but darkness.

Who will look at you then?