Afraid
Creaking floorboards, banging doors
Moans and grunts fill the air.
The atmosphere seems heavy and thick
suffocating everything as it swirls.
Lunging shadows that chase after you
as you slip terrified through the trees.
Rustling sounds in the undergrowth
have you whirling round to nothing.
They take on new meaning in the
dark of the night made scarier
by ourselves and our fear of what
lurks where we can not see. "The Darkness".
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