Colors fuse together
Shadows dance in unison
Caroling a tune I cannot hear
Their mouths march in perfect rhythm
I desperately reach for my lamp
It's time to fumble and
Hastily switch it on
Pray that God grants me another day
The reflection on the TV
A black screen, horrifying
I cannot look directly into my reflection
Or I'll see shadowy figures standing beside me
The light of my bedside lamp
Is nothing more than a glowing blob of light
The light radiates and sends the shadows far away
Every sound, every little sound is heightened
My breathing is stifled, my heart grows heavier in my chest
I cannot speak, I sit on my bed alone
At the very edge of my bed, I look up
I see them, mocking me
Casting their shadows and giggling
But I cannot hear their giggles
A few feet away from the foot of my bed
Is an open closet with no doors
And there she stands
The tallest shadow of them all
Though I cannot see her face, I feel her smile
Her eyes staring right back at me
She is nothing more than a blurred figure
Every sound is magnified
Paranoia, this deep gnawing fear
This fear that brings chills
I open my mouth to scream but she smiles wider
She knows she has her hold on me
My body sits petrified, with an open mouth
No sound comes out of me
No matter how loud I try to scream
That's when I turn on another light
And shine it directly in her face
She disappears as soon the light hits her
And there is nothing more than hangers and clothes
About the Creator
Tatiana Raudales
Queer Taino-Latine writer. Ghostwriter. Poet. Fantasy, romance, and paranormal writer. She/they/lu
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