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Fifteen years ago it was a busy place

Until the gruesome crime kept the people away

A teenager murdered, stuffed in an air duct

His body discovered after weeks of decay

A night watchman stabbed, his limbs severed

A public suicide by gasoline and fire

Was it human revenge or an act of protest

Or was it the ghost of the angry dead?

Now no one walks through the dismal corridors

Rows upon rows of abandoned shops

Footsteps echo through the darkened hallways

An air of loneliness, despair and dread

The Lights buzz loudly, turn on and off

Rats gnawing on electrical wires

Feeling disoriented, lost in an empty void

Always sensing someone behind you

A few brave souls dare to step inside

Though danger lurks in these unhallowed halls

Waiting in the dark are the restless dead

Seeking vengeance for untimely death