A crash in the night.
Eyes fling open.
Hands shaking.
Heart pounds.
Deep breath.
Just a noise.
Head rests.
Eyes close.
Drifting.
⬛
Another sound.
A dull shuffling.
Footsteps creep.
Down the hall?
Sit up.
Listen carefully.
Silence.
Just your imagination.
Lie back down.
Eyes squeezed shut.
Tossing.
Turning.
⬛
Finally, a restless slumber.
Frenzied images lurk
in your head.
Lucid dreams invaded by...
grinding.
Scraping along a wall.
Awake with a hypnic jerk!
⬛
Screeching, scraping,
shiny steel on crumbling plaster.
Getting closer.
Sweat beads.
Search the nightstand,
no phone,
forgotten in another room.
⬛
Frozen in an icy grip.
Panic!
What to do?
⬛
Metallic grating,
this time a doorknob.
You watch it,
turn,
slowly.
⬛
The door opens to
a dark void.
Blackness.
⬛
But then,
the darkness shifts.
⬛
A shadowy figure
looms towards you.
Knife blade,
razor-sharp,
gleams by moonlight
through the window.
Piercing eyes —
glassy, emotionless pools.
⬛
Eyes dart frantically
around the room,
searching for a weapon...
anything.
⬛
There’s nothing.
⬛
Shielding your face
with your arms,
all you can do is wait
as you brace for
imp...
About the Creator
Sandy Gillman
I’m a mum to a toddler, just trying to get through the day. I like to write about the ups and downs of parenting. I hope you’ll find something here to laugh, relate to, and maybe even learn from. Author of Whispers in Your Mind
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