What I See

A man stands looking gleefully Identity unknown a scary story unfolds Who is this man standing at the door The doorway! In the doorway Smirking almost condemning My back faced to him I stand still as my picture is taken He again looks at me with the utmost glee That woman I see is as dumb as a tree Swallowing chunks of fear I down a couple of drinks And head to a pier And into a crowd I disappear Blending away into the mist