Trapped

In shadows deep, a girl is trapped,

Within the realm of darkness, she's enraptured.

A horror movies cruel embrace,

Her life entwined in a chilling chase.

Through haunted halls, she tiptoes light,

Her heart, a drum, beats with fright.

Eyes wide, she scans the twisted scenes,

In search of clues to break the fiendish schemes.

The clock ticks on, relentless time,

Each moment echoes a mournful chime.

To escape this nightmarish plane,

She must uncover the killer's name.

Within the maze of secrets masked,

She must unravel the web, unasked.

A tapestry woven in shadows and lies,

Where truth and illusion intertwine and arise.

The night's fog thickens,

obscures her way,

Yet she persists,

with the courage to stay.

Through blood-stained trails and corridors dim,

She inches closer to exposing the grim.

Each victim's plea is etched in her mind,

Their silenced cries, she's now aligned.

Their spirits guide her on this perilous quest,

To unveil the killer's true, wicked crest.

In dusty tomes and forgotten lore,

She seeks the truth, that's hidden at its core.

Ancestral whispers guide her through,

Unveiling secrets old and true.

With trembling hands and a racing heart,

She pieces together a sinister chart.

Each clue, a brushstroke in her desperate fight,

To solve the puzzle and emerge into light.

But danger lurks, ever near,

The killer senses her growing fear.

A cat-and-mouse game through the night,

As she battles shadows, with all her might.

As dawn approaches, a glimmer of hope,

She uncovers the truth, the killer's scope.

A revelation that pierces the veil,

The face beneath is a chilling detail.

The girl faces her foe with might,

A final battle in the fading night.

Through sheer will, she conquers her dread,

Unmasking the killer with strength she's bred.

The horror movie's grip now released,

The girl emerges, her heart at peace.

For in the darkness, she found her light,

In the depths of fear, she claimed her might.

A survivor, strong and brave,

She walks away from the killer's grave.

A story etched in tales untold,

Of a girl who defied, and broke the mold.

So let her tale be heard and known,

A symbol of resilience that's grown.

In every horror, strength resides,

And the power within, it never hides