Front gate rusted

Name on the mailbox crossed out twice

Porch light flickers

Then it dies

You still turn the handle (why?)

Floorboards breathing

Family photos with the eyes scratched white

Clock hands frozen at midnight

Something in the hallway listens

Welcome to the house of horrors

Where every door remembers your name

You can run down crooked corridors

But the walls still learn your shame

You said you weren’t afraid of monsters

Now you’re staring at your own reflection

Welcome to the house of horrors

Every mirror shows your worst confession

Kitchen chairs tipped

Teacup waiting at an empty seat

Your voice echoes

Sounds off-beat

Like someone else repeats you

Writing on the wallpaper

“Don’t go upstairs” in a child’s red scrawl

Step three

Step four

That cold crawl

Up your spine like it knew you

Welcome to the house of horrors

Where every door remembers your name

You can run down crooked corridors

But the walls still learn your shame

You said you weren’t afraid of monsters

Now you’re staring at your own reflection

Welcome to the house of horrors

Every mirror shows your worst confession

You find your room

Same old posters

Same old bed

But the diary on the nightstand

Writes itself in your head (oh)

Welcome to the house of horrors

Where every door remembers your name

You can run down crooked corridors

But the walls still learn your shame

You said you weren’t afraid of monsters

Now you’re staring at your own reflection

Welcome to the house of horrors

You walk out

But it comes along

Because the house of horrors

Was hiding in you all along