The Glare of Darkness

When I walk around the block and it's half past eleven... I think.... and think... then I turn around as fast as I can. ! ? No one's there... but there's a feeling... a feeling of a hundred yellow eyes peeking from the bushes just behind me, and they are watching me... every little step. A stalker? Rapist? Is someone really after me? Or have I embraced the art of being paranoid? Quick glances behind me only make me look suspicious. I hear the unheard... the footsteps of an invisible predator... the breath of a wheezing Kidnapper... Only to find that they are no where to be seen. The deafening silence. All the noise in the world cannot cover up the sound. Some will say that the crickets' music was perfect but I say that it was only muffling the sounds of the "unheard" As I reach the door... I turn and stare at Darkness... and Darkness glares back.