Nine-Seventeen Pm
At exactly nine-seventeen pm...
while I was watching a movie,
the phone rang twice and stopped.
Perhaps a wrong number dialed.
Before that thought left my mind
it rang again...I picked it up.
His voice was low, breathing hard...
his words struck like a sword...
"I'm watching you...beware."
I slammed down the phone,
paused to slowly catch my breath
and quickly called the police.
I found out that others called in
the same complaint to no avail...
his phone number, untraceable...
He was never found.
Every night, at nine-seventeen pm,
terror strikes as I hold my breath,
counting seconds as the clock's hands
slowly pass...and then, later
Counting skipped heartbeats
as I try hard to fall asleep...
those words flashing by in my mind...
"I'm watching you...beware."
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Contest: Nineseventeen PM
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: July 14, 2018
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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