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They roam the hallways
in the still of the night
caught between
Heaven and Hell,
they haunt
everybody that vsits
the hotel,
hoping for the
living to leave.

The restless spirits
walk among the living
trying to find their way,
some know that
they are dead,
others do not,
they roam the earth
not being able to
walk into the light.

The lost spirits
are tortured souls
their life was
a living nightmare,
they walk
among the living,
caught between
Heaven and Hell.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.11/2004