Phobia
The sound of heavy breathing
I pressed my right eye against the peephole
Nobody was there
A cold feeling ran deep through my sole
As I pressed my eye against the hole
Who’s their I said, in a horrified way
Nobody answered
Chocked up twice I said, go away go away
My body pressed tightly against the door
Desperate to see someone, but there was no-one
I scurried to the floor,
I peeked through the crack at the bottom of the door
Nobody was there
Thump thump footsteps sounded through my ears
I see no one, but behind my door was someone
Slowly, up I slithered with my back against the door
Unpolished nails added scratches to the door like a wild boar
Who are you, I cried, what do you want?
The breathing stopped, stomp stomp stomp
The sound of footsteps fading away
My skin crawled with fear
Curled in a corner on my face a icey tear
This phobia they say dates more than a year
I chose not to see
I shouted, leave me alone, leave me be
In this corner safe and curled
Behind my door is an unknown world
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