The black house in in my street. looks too dark just to go inside. But when I do. I cannot move because of. the mess in the hallway. The picture on the wall is chaotic. I don't want to look at it. But when I do. I cannot speak because of. the confusion in my head. I am unfit and I want to leap away. But when I do. The red colour comes after me. It is fierce and it moves slow. The picture on the wall is chaotic. I don't want to look at it. But when I do. I cannot speak because of. the confusion in my head. I am unfit and I want to leap away. But when I do. The red colour comes after me.