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One Night

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By Hazel Rymell Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
One Night
Photo by Kamil Klyta on Unsplash

Creaking floors, squeaking doors,

shadows drift around.

You’re all alone, so what’s that noise?

You don’t recognise that sound.

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Your mind is playing tricks on you,

imagination going wild.

When suddenly, you hear a voice,

it’s sounds just like a child.

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You shiver as an icy chill,

sweeps across the room.

What was that outside the window?

Was that a witch sat on a broom?

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The front door locked, yet you seem to hear,

footsteps climb the stairs.

Eyes prised wide, staring at the door,

convinced there’s someone there.

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A figure in a hooded cloak,

appears right by your bed.

Gripped with fear, it’s too late now,

to hide from the living dead.

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Terrified and body shaking,

you open your mouth to scream.

Until suddenly, it dawns on you -

Tonight it’s Halloween!

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Hazel Rymell

..Suddenly I crash back down to earth with a big almighty bump!

...when not in a dolly daydream, creative me is at home in the UK doing the normal everyday mundane jobs, that seem to go on forever...until the daydreaming kicks in again...

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    Written by Hazel Rymell