SOMETHING IS IN MY ROOM

Experiences from my childhood, living in a dusty Victorian house.

Frosted breath, tucked in the sheets,

Eyes are still, fearing what may greet,

Ominous shadows move around,

Feet on floorboards, that creaking sound,

Paralyses of motion ready to be broken,

Silence so loud, yet not a word spoken,

Gaze upon you menacing and bright,

Darkness creeping to snuff out the light.

 

The room is full of terrors

 

Go to Sleep

 

The room is full of terrors

 

Think of jumping sheep.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Frightningly Rapid

Great Read

Matthew

[Quickbeam]

Thanks Mathew :-)

[Matthew Kult]

You are welcome

Matthew