As the Dark Defeats Us

In this haunted room I feel a presence build. So thick is the air, closing in as you capture space. The empty chair that was, now your body filled. Sudden cold spot blasting icy gusts upon my face. Heart thrumming uselessly in my frail breast. Pounding in my ears, drowning out the comfort of sleep. Your shape of nightmares breaking hope of rest. The black of your image forming thickly and dark too deep. Your silence leaves open the whispers of dread. What lurks in this ghost activity straining against the real. A hand so close it might reach out to my bed. The fear, overwhelming, lies in what you may next reveal. Mundane is the car that slows close in the drive Louder than all it seems after this panic, slowing to turn. Light blazes through, clashing swiftly into my chilling hive. I wait to see clearly, such excitement and fear as I learn. Shadows revealed, nothing I might have guessed. So clearly I see you in this light commanding dark's defeat. A sigh passes over my lips my truest fear confessed. For tonight, just a chair and a badly folded sheet. www.insiderealhauntings.com