Insanity: The End

THE END
I awoke.
I did not know how long I slept,
But one thing awaken me.
I smelt two things:
Death
And
Blood.
I looked around.
I saw that my door was ajar.
I walked over and walked out of my room.
And then I saw it all.
Everyone,
Branded with three sixes each.
I screamed,
I ran around the place,
Looking for something,
Or someone.
Almost slipping on the ground,
Everywhere soaked in blood.
I found no one.
Nothing.
Except the dead bodies,
The blood on the ground,
And the blood on my hands.
I wondered if I done this?
Did I kill all of these people?
I know I didn’t.
But how can I be sure?
I started walking around,
Looking for answers.
I found one,
But not one I wanted.
I found a noose.
Hanging from the ceiling.
I screamed,
“I can not take this anymore!”
The dreams,
The visions,
The ghost,
The deaths,
My insanity,
I just can not!
I found the exit.
I ran and opened the door,
To find the Ghost there.
Three years,
Three months,
Three days later,
They appear.
Arrived.
Made them be known to me.
But they were not translucent.
They looked,
Like real humans.
They ran and grabbed me,
Forcing me inside.
They carried me to the rope,
Tied it around my neck,
And then dropped me.
I heard this terrible crack,
I struggled,
Then my eyes closed and I entered the world of the dead.
I could not feel anymore.
I had no senses,
No more thoughts.
A sense of freedom.
Now, I am dead.
I am one of the ghosts.
I look at my body dangling their,
Like a wind chime on a windy day.
Then I see it,
Swinging back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Forever.