• He sat, waiting.
    The dark room filling.
    Voices screaming.
    His ears, burning.

    His mind, playing with him.
    The dark polled over him.
    The voices became a hymn.
    The song off death, a deadly hymn.

    Foot steps, falling like a *plop*.
    His eye twitching at every *plop*.
    Louder and louder was every *plop*.
    Then that horrid *plop* stopped.

    A man stood, staring.
    Others, laughing.
    Suspense, building.
    Keys, jingling.

    Then words came.
    You're free.