The Hollow Man
The midnight shadows
Stretch and crawl
Across the bedroom floor,
As something heavy
Drags its weight
Outside your locked front door
You press the pillow
To your ears
To drown the scraping sound,
But hear the slow
Deliberate steps
Upon the frozen ground
The iron bolt
Begins to slide,
The rusty hinges trigger,
And through the darkness
Comes a cold,
Familiar, hollow figure
It slips into
The narrow hall
And steps into the dark,
And leaves upon
The hardwood floor
An ash black mark
You hold your breath
And close your eyes,
Pretending you’re asleep,
But through the cracks
Of eyelid light
You see a shadow creep
It towers right
Beside your bed,
A shape without a face,
And fills the cold
And crowded room
With static, dead air space
The blanket pulls
Slowly down from
Your
Chin
Into the
Air
And then you feel
Two frozen hands reach through your tangled hair
The bedroom fades
Muscles freeze
The air goes thin
An attempt to scream fails
No sound comes out
Something touches your skin
A sudden jerk
The mattress tilts
A force pulls onward
The floorboards scrape
The hallway opens
Everything changes
You kick and flail
The rug is ripped
The wall is clawed
The wood splits deep
The grip is iron
The descent begins
Down the stairs
Into the dark
The basement gate
A heavy slam
The lock clicks shut
Time has run out
Have you seen the Hollow Man?
Please oh please
Tell us
We bled for him
We kill for him
To join his clan
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