Shriek
My blood freezes as their high- pitched
vile shriek echoes from the close by forest.
Every now and then I get a glimpse,
as if they roam in my house, watching over me.
At mid-night, very often;
They shake my bed roughly,
I sense as if someone is running down the hall way,
I hear someone, clawing on the glass windows.
Doors open and close by themselves
Creepy giggles from the closet
makes my mind numb.
They are very headstrong, evil spirits;
They want to abduct my soul
after putting me to sleep forever.
But now making myself strong;
I have decided to teach all devils
a good lesson with the help of Christ.
Date - 1st June 2016
Copyright © Augustus Black | Year Posted 2016
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