The creepy lurkers of the night,
Roam into the depths of the forgotten.
The memories you push back into the mind,
Of the broken hearted.

The haunt has begun.

The ghost from your past is powerful and ready to weaken you,
Despite of the fears and the screams. The creepy crawlers are ready
For your weak existence. Memories are all that you have left.

The haunt is near.

Once was strong and powerful, now apathetic and gruesome. The darkness is
Near if you allow it to be. The pain you hide is now suffocating your last breath. Now
All you can taste is blood on your hands.

The haunt is here.

The ghost are now surrounding you and ready for your weakest point. The point where you are
Nothing but the dust. Now that they see who you have become, they are anxious to avenge your soul,
Unless you use those pains for your strengths

The haunt is over.

Once a weaken soul, now a survivor of the worst experiences. The haunt is gone and you have
Overcome the depths of the brokenness. You are strong as an ox, nothing can tear the heart of a champion. The ghosts are gone and now lurking on the weak once again, you are not the victim but you are the overcomer.

You are the strength that can never be haunted.