Poltergist

It is the unsettling feeling of uneasiness, the unseen Presence that quickens your pulse rate, are you being Watched, what lies in the darkened hallows of the Black shadows? Why does the whispering wind scream beware, into My inner ears consciousness, making the blood Within mine veins run icy cold, light to the touch Invisible finger tips brush against my bare exposed Neck, yet no one is there, just the chill in the night’s air. Then in the hushed silence every sound stops dead, There is absolutely no breeze, nature seems frozen in A complete quite stasis freeze of stillness, a rigidity I’ve never experienced before. I’m a human statue paralyzed in place, motionless Just waiting for something to happen, should I Flee or stay, my mind races with a stood cold’s Adrenaline's rush, but for God’s sake I’m completely Unable to move! What is the definition of reality, as the lights Flickering, and my four walls of living shelter Shudder, I’m forced to question sanity vs. Insanity, thin grows the line of realism! Dualities cabinet doors swing wide open, As the plates of life’s routine smash, against The walls of ethereal existence. A trickster’s spirit is this wild raw force, of angers Power unleashed, this poltergeist whom lashes Out me, from his deadly zones terrorizing abyss. In fears screaming, I yell what do you want From me, and It responds in a terrifying Voice, Get out this is my house! In a flashes rude awaking, the spell of motionlessness, Is broken, the captive hostage is released, I’m free At last to run, and I do so without questioning’s Reasoning, never to look back, never to challenge My decision, for it is his house, this poltergeist, May he dwell in his own living hell forever? Do you not believe my story, for I care not? For I’m sound in both mind and of body, Once a none believer now a born again Spiritual being, who realizes the other side Does exist, and it has touched my life With voracitie's true evil. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN