Moving into a new house, I was really excited,
Not knowing the house was once covered in red,

I chose the room with an old but cool closet,
Leaving me with a suffocating feeling of dread,

The closet calls to me every night, with knocks and growls,
One night I decided to find out who was there,

Opening the closet, a white pale hand gripped my wrist,
Last I remember is screaming, and now I'm in hell.

~Inara