Walking quickly down the hallway,

Fast, hard footsteps—Pause!

(Don’t let the floorboards creak.) Or they will get YOU.

Their hands (claws) will reach out and grab you.

Red rooms, carnage smoke,

(this house, this HOUSE) is dreary

(My vision) your eyes are bleary,

TV is softly static—

Quiet! Something—

(Someone) in the attic,

Zombies march single-file line,

Is that gore, champagne, or wine?

(Pop!) culture (snaps) breaks like a wave,
(This earth is silent as a grave)

Wander the halls beneath the clock,

Turn the wheel behind the rock,

Listen carefully for the (thud!)

(the door, the Door!) is leaking blood.