Creep

Your heart is pounding, You can hear the whispers, Closing in, Soft footsteps follow your every turn, You beg yourself, Don't run, A soft slithering, An eerie creaking, Something is in the dark creeping, Your breath quickens, Your pace ever faster, But the monster, Slides quietly after, You break into a run, Terrified, Of what you've done, The monster is your penance, Your grief, From a foul deed, None would believe, You trip, slip, and slam, Your ankle is done for, You turn to scream, And instead are greeted, By a little dog, Instead of a nightmarish scene