“You…”

 

All alone. The house was empty save for my presence.

Wrapped under my blanket in the chill of my bedroom.

A book in my hands and a faint light from a candle

glistened the only spot where darkness was unwanted.

This nook was my realm as the clock ticked its way

through the cautious night.

 

I was on my own. Oddest were the shadows

in the dim. The small glare of ember brought

all glooms upon the walls swaying upon the dances

of the little fire on the wax. There was a rustle coming

from the small crack of the window. A pale howl from

the clash of winds and trees outside.

 

Hounds started to wail upon the blackness of the night.

Eerie figures projected themselves through my window

forming visions that could wake the senses. I tightened

my grip on the book and focused my attention to the words

so I can filter the fantasy looming in my head. Then, out of nothing,

the door creaked open, darkness in its slit.

 

I may have not closed it entirely the first time, but I am

not sure of anything. I reached out of my bed and locked

it completely. Suddenly it reopened faster and wider.

I took courage and shut it again, this time with intended force.

It did not open. My breathing hastened as I stepped back.

Suddenly, I heard peculiar footsteps approaching.

 

“Who is there?” I asked in the darkness.

As I jumped back in bed, I heard a faint breath

In the shadows. It was cold and it smelled of earth.

“You…” it whispered like a lover of death.

I grabbed the candle and shoved it in the air.

Nothing was there. My heart raced.

 

Then, a menacing shadow appeared standing

at the far end of my room. My jaw dropped as

I beheld the phantom that was about to pluck

the life out of me. Then the fire went out.

Darkness.

“You…” I whispered as I laid myself to bed.  

 

 

(Written October 31, 2017. 2:33AM)