Chilling

Creeping, creeping Shadows, like dust under a bed, crawl from the corners toward you Creeping, creeping- Eerie low bellows quake your spine Slowly chills run up and down- Creeping... just cr e e p i ng Open your eyes, so so slow, just enough to see where the shadows are going, just cre e p i n g, c r ee ping... Low bellows, like a whale song, begin to temper longer, slower, louder. The sounds surround you, they are your atmosphere- your very air. Cacophonic, the air and wafting shadows wrap you in a cocoon of fear crawling up your spine Chilling- just c r e e p i n g, c r ee p i n g....