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Midnight

woke at midnight,
As the clock struck right at two.
I felt the darkness of my room turn crimson red,
As dreadful thoughts grew heavy in my head.
I felt a shiver run down my spine,
And my blood turn cold as ice.
I felt ghosts lingering in the dark,
And my body go limp far too fast.
I felt myself losing control,
Even in my sleep.
I thought it was a dream,
But that eerie sound was far too deep.
And I found myself losing a game
I thought I had never lost.
As a shadow came far too close,
I felt my breath hitch in my throat.
Was all this fate,
Or a mystery begging to be solved?
Then I felt a ghost welcome itself into my room.
I got up, expecting only darkness,
But found...
A lingering mark.

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Alison A Smith nee Howarth September 12, 2026 at 10:12 PM A wonderfully suspenseful free-verse piece that builds its unease through repeated “I felt” phrases, creating the breathless rhythm of a waking nightmare. The vivid crimson darkness, cold blood, encroaching shadow, and stark final image of “A lingering mark” leave a haunting sense of anxiety, isolation, and unresolved mystery.