Scared

Tendrils of frost
Steal over the ground
Paths crisp with amber leaves
Dew from early hours sets morning time.

Fog hangs over the lake
Skimming the top, not quite touching
The reeds line the edge, dead for a life
The air is humid and quivers with dark

There's something between the branches
Of the highest broken ash tree
All I see is a pair of eyes
Blood red, no pupils

The hairs on the back of my neck raise
To match the leaf skeletons beginning to lift in the wind
I must be alone
It's just after midnight.

I'm getting scared
The darkness seeps through the trunks
And then a hand, on my shoulder, I scream
And then everything goes black