Ghost on the first floor

 Between the backrooms and the elevator
The cleaner appeared as if from nowhere
No ghost on the third floor it's the first
Covered in the stigma of the past

Dancing in purple dread
The old blood stain
One inch into the carpet
Still there like a fuzzy rust shrine

Midnight clicks and door hing moves
Smack it slams third floor quiet and sirene
First floor supernaturally obscene
The inhabitants are awake in cold panic

The carpet query, walls burb
Solid shadow looms
the one that belongs to
The man who expired