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The Hollywood Hills hides its dark secrets,
ghosts of cinema fame
making appearances in their former estates,
servants and secure guards bearer of litany in haunting legends
that leave the body wearing icy cloak of quivering.

But terror was never created than in the empty mansion
surrounded by an foreboding, eerie presence,
once owned by a movie producer
known for his strange powers,
exuding of an evil, disquieting aura,
his azure eyes piercing in their probing,
voice able to wrap itself around any mind
until any heart was his slave,
rumors always prevalent about the chamber of sadism in his basement
where he lured young girls for nights of vile and depraved pleasures.

No one sad when he contract terminal cancer
ignoring the gossip of his using black magic
to somehow avoid his fate.
Found one morning dead in his study
next to movie projector
where he had been viewing copy of his latest film.

When the copy was watched by others
there was an unexpected new last image added before the credits
revealing the man's eyes
staring out at audience in their stark malevolence.

Nothing done could eliminate his orbs from the movie,
later they were manifested in every film he had worked on.
Many who watched the flicks claimed to feel
some overpowering sense of being possessed,
suffering nightmares about being tortured in his private chamber
his face emaciated and reeking of stench from rotting flesh.
Studio squelching the truth with bribes
though refusing to stop showing films because of profit
sealing door to his torture chamber
where fresh blood stains appear on dusty floor
every morning.