Compass Horizon - Ghosts in Room 209 Lyrics

I pulled up to an old roadside inn,
The neon sign said "Come on in."
The lady at the desk had a weary smile,
She said, "Dear, you'll be here for a while."
Room key jingled in my hand,
She whispered, "It's the only one we can."
But I felt a chill as I climbed the stairs,
Like the walls were breathing whispered prayers.
There's ghosts in Room two-o-nine,
Trapped between the world and time.
If you listen close, you'll hear 'em moan,
Haunting this place they call home.
They'll tell you tales from long ago,
But once you're here, you'll never know
What's real or just a dream behind,
When you sleep in Room two-o-nine.
The hallways creaked like they were alive,
As the clock struck twelve, the night arrived.
The mirror cracked, and I heard a voice,
Telling me I didn't have a choice.
Old photographs started shifting slow,
Faces staring with eyes that know.
I tried the door, but it wouldn't move,
Something in this room wanted to prove...
There's ghosts in Room two-o-nine,
Trapped between the world and time.
If you listen close, you'll hear 'em moan,
Haunting this place they call home.
They'll tell you tales from long ago,
But once you're here, you'll never know
What's real or just a dream behind,
When you sleep in Room two-o-nine.
I heard a knock from the closet door,
The air was colder than it was before.
A shadow passed across the wall,
I swear I saw it standing tall.
It whispered names I didn't know,
From lives lived out long ago.
The past was clawing, pulling me in,
A game of fate I'd never win.
There's ghosts in Room two-o-nine,
Trapped between the world and time.
If you listen close, you'll hear 'em moan,
Haunting this place they call home.
They'll tell you tales from long ago,
But once you're here, you'll never know
What's real or just a dream behind,
When you sleep in Room two-o-nine.
The moonlight faded, the night grew long,
The wind outside howled a ghostly song.
I tried to run, but the room held tight,
Like the walls had eyes, like the air had bite.
Each breath I took felt heavier still,
Trapped in the grip of this haunted hill.
I cried for dawn, but it never came,
Just the endless dark, whispering my name.
Now I'm a story in Room two-o-nine,
Where the living and the dead align.
You can check in, but you can't leave,
Once the night pulls you beneath.