It

"IT" On the way home, I notice a change around my domain. Shivers prick all the way down my spine. I inhale a smell so evil- IT is now ITS’ name. Without hesitation, I pass my hopscotch sidewalk. Creeping up my screeching steps, my doors were unlocked. I hear a man’s footsteps below. There IT was waiting for me all over again, Ready to steal the light that shines on my face. Trying to find ITS’ way under my skin. This time I was prepared. Not scared! "Finally," I started to enjoy the way this evil dwells. Only I could see and feel its impulsive behavior. Always profiling me and, trying to screw demons inside. IT is like a retarded disorganized killer. Leaving a trail and odor that IT is around. A look so randomly Overlooking my criteria. I can smell its decomposing body. Its voice inflicts my soul with injuries of guilt. I feel IT moving very slowly, IT is proceeding near the door! I wait! IT turns! I yell! IT cunningly smile my way. I smile back. With the thought Death was the only way to do us (IT) apart. Now IT is my creation! A murder! A crime! A hidden grave! IT wants revenge. All I wanted was to be alone. Now IT is there. Haunting our home. ~A~