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The Dark Spot In Your House

Did you ever
   see a dark shadow
      in the corner
of the ceiling
  and thought you
      could almost
                      see eyes...
   you can,
I like to tease,
  letting light reflect
off my oracles of sight
        for a mere second.
Don't forget I lurk
         in darkness.......
                           ever.
Its almost time
for more blood,
    to silence my friends
                -within.

I step into 
  the shade of an elm tree
     outside your house
and with a thought
   I'm in,
      looking around
         like someone
window shopping,
in search of
  that prime cut of meat,
            young,
                  naive,
   someone
        you can taste fear
in the air around.

Materializing
              in mist
I stand in that closet
   the door won't
      stay closed on,
listening,
   as you lock up
for the night,
   I hear the locks click
       and feel
           the darkness build
as you
   shut off the lights,
lying in wait
                 for my moment.

As you go
to climb into bed
       I reach out
   from under it,
brushing
    the back of your knee
causing you to falter,
              flowing out
I grab you
      by the throat
              from behind,
pulling you close, 
           almost caressingly,
letting you feel
      my breath
           on the side
of your neck,
   your body
       trembles with fear
in my cold,
           deadly hold,
the scent
    of your horror
is almost
    too much for me.

Slowly,
    I stab a claw
  into your side,
slowly,
    I drag it across your ribs,
  laying open
         muscle and tendons,
then allowing 
    your blood
           to drip onto my tongue.

You try 
    to curl up in a ball,
try to block it out.
  Now where
       is the fun in that.
I keep your body erect
   sinking my teeth
            into your shoulder
removing a chunk.
You'd scream
     except with my hand
around you throat
only a pitiful rasp escapes,
     I feel it vibrate
         through my chest
               almost causing
                      my heart to beat.

So in that
       moment of weakness
I become merciful
                and seditiously
      tear into
              the back of your neck,
cracking into your spine
          then ripping it out.
For you
        the torture ends,
and as the light
        leaves your eyes
playtime
        begins for me.

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