Behind Me

I am standing outside;

Shadows all around

Eeerie laughter and a voice

Sent shivers down my spine.

A hand on my shoulder;

The voice called my name.

I felt someone behind me

Breathing on my neck.

When I turned around,

Nobody was there.

I did not hear a voice

Or laughter at all.

I started walking,

Hoping he would not follow.

His footsteps, soft, then loud.

Suddenly they stopped.

I stood, frozen

As I saw his shadow.

Then to my surprise,

He was standing there.

This poem was written for the “Don’t Turn Around” challenge to capture the feeling of being watched, followed, and finally confronted by something you can’t escape. Each stanza shows the fear building until the final moment.