Halloween Horror
I can hear a sound. A muffled movement. A cruel and stifled cry.
Its coming from the wall facing my bed.
Is it a mouse. No too loud. Is it a bird trapped in the cavity.
No it is more human like because at the end I heard a heavy sigh.
Should I turn on the light. I don’t seem to be able to move just now.
It keeps coming, the noise, louder and the cry now becomes a moan.
A shadow appears on the wall, black and crouched
It raises an arm with a finger outstretched pointed at me
I can feel all the hairs on my neck tingle and sharply rise
As it begins to groan.
A word. The shadow says a word. Impossibly it says Death.
Then it moves toward my bed, slithering its transparent form
Hovering over my face. I feel an ice cold breath.
My nerves are shot, Panic speeds up my heart it slams against my chest.
It is then I struggle to scream and then flee with covers flying
Arms flailing, reaching for the door, and I am out.
Never more to stay at The Travellers Rest.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2023
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