Unit 4

Don't go to Unit 4....

Back home when I was a kid,
I'd always walk past the door.
A door like no other,
Its name was Unit 4.

I never took the time out of my day,
To look inside and satisfy my curiosity.
It was old and rough.
Like a bitter old man,
Its hinges were rusted and worn,
Like a decade old tin can.
I asked my friends I asked the people,
What's behind Unit 4?
A man told me "Don't go near there",
It is pure evil.

I was scared for a while but soon feeling challenged.
Was this man saying I held fear?
I no longer felt fearful but inspired.
I would be the first to go through the door,
The first to survive Unit 4.
The next day after school I took to the road,
With my bag full of books, which I admit was quite a load,
I trekked with pride as I approached the door,
With black spray giving its name,
I approached Unit 4.

The door was large and an intimidating sight,
For any average Joe it would surely lend a fright,
But on this night I would hold no fear,
Besides, I couldn't turn back, I was now here.
I pressed my hand to the great iron door,
A cold shudder ran through me, as darkness crept through.
In the shadow of Unit 4.

I mustered my strength, my courage, my might.
And with fire and fury kicked in the door,
A loud bang shattering the night.
My leg was sore from the kick,
I decreed that this quest would require brains rather than brawn.
So I picked up a brick.
I raised it to the skies and brought it down on the lock,
Like the axe to a man on a chopping block.
The lock broke and the door slowly opened,
I was reluctant to approach but I was caught in the moment.

I entered the archway with great determination,
My mind couldn't cope with the situation.
As I was engulfed by the dark abyss I felt very uneasy,
I was sure that in this place,
There was something amiss.
I took a deep breath and approached further,
My feeling of safety slowly abandoning me,
The more I chose to enter.
Then I finally heard it.

Like a banshee screaming into the night,
It was a blood curdling scream that couldn't possibly belong to a human.
I ran for the great iron door but it slammed shut,
Although I beat at it with all my might,
I faced the fact that I won't be leaving Unit 4.
It was very cold, very quickly,
My thought lost forever in the dark.
As I looked up I noticed something strange,
On the wall, a small red mark.
It seemed to run alongside the wall,
I approached the spot and looked to the source,

When my eyes settled,
My heart flooded with remorse.
Suspended above me a single corpse,
Suspended from a rope,
Blood oozing from a slit in the neck,
My brain shut down as I began to lose hope.
"What do I do? I need to get out"
Over and over again, those word in my head,
"I need to get out".

The next moment was one I would dread.
The corpse lifted a hand and pointed to the wall,
And upon the stone was a desperate scrawl.
It was written in his blood and spread all about,
It read only two words; "GET OUT"

I turned tail and ran for the door,
It burst open and a blinding light shone through into my eyes.
I dared not but I looked back and it was closed.
I didn't tell anyone,
I didn't know what to do,
I just wouldn't go there if I was you.

If you ever walk home,
And see a big blue door,
Don't go inside, let it go.
Never go near Unit 4.