23 September 2012
I'm on my bed, Awake and trembling, The noise I'd heard, Was soft yet frightening.
It seemed so close, That moan and grumbling, The eery sounds, A thump and shuffling.
Huddled under My covers, quivering, I dare not peek, I hear it closing.
It's here! It's here! I hear it breathing! It smells! It reeks! Its breath, disgusting!
It's here! It's here! It's frantic, searching, The last I hear is my own choked screaming.
Nightmares • Opuss № I