The Haunting

THE HAUNTING I lie in bed listening, there it is again, A scratching sound, scraping on wood and then, A moaning ,woeful wind pressing and trying the bedroom door ! With a soundless ease, it opens and a gaping space of black enters. My heart beats loudly and races even more ! Seconds pass and then I feel it, a black mass, in a black shape hovering to the side of my bed, I scream and I pull the white ,shroud-like covers tight Over my head! I will not look, I will not look, Ahhh, its morning !