Bloodied Butler

Arriving rather late.
You don't know what to expect.
You rather wait and see.
What might come next.
So you walk to the doors.
And You ring on the bell.
You hope nothing will come.
And drag you to hell.
He opens the door.
And says you can stay.
You walk inside and don't realize.
You'll never see the light of day.
He takes your bags and throws them out.
He opens the kitchen door.
In there lies dead bodies.
And knives on the floor.
You run for your life.
That's never a bore.
You leave a track of blood now.
And run for the door.
You look behind you.
And what do you see?
The bloodied butler.
"He's chasing after me!"
And when he catches you.
He slices your throat.
And maybe next time.
You'll ignore what he wrote.