Sour

In the night those tiny hairs stand erect at attention on my neck Eyes darting from lights undisturbed movement Gulp almost in audible under the racing muscles thrum Noises unnoticed in the sunlights charm Now bring visages of predestined harm Dark scurries into shadow Is there someone there ? a pause expectant of reply listening as the sound bounces and breaks stranding me in the silence Floorboards give a gentle rasp as my sight fumbles in the shadows does the dark look back