Eyes Are Watching Me
I feel that eyes are watching me,
But hope I am alone;
‘Though in the fog I cannot see -
And then I hear a moan.
My hairs on end, I ask, ’Who’s there?’
And feel again the weighty stare…
My hairs on end
My hairs on end
I want to shout but do not dare.
I feel that eyes are watching me,
So scared I cannot move,
I need the light to help me flee,
And hope it will improve.
I pray for help to guide me through,
And do not know what else to do…
I pray for help
I pray for help
And cannot think, my mind like glue.
I feel that eyes are watching me,
The fog begins to clear;
Whatever will the watcher be?
I can’t describe my fear.
The creature nears - such evil eyes -
And no one there to hear my cries…
The creature nears
The creature nears
My end has come, I realise…
Jack Horne for Gail’s Stranded or Ghost Story contest
Using the Trijan Refrain, created by Jan Turner
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