In the brightness of midnight,the floorboards creak as silently I hear deliberate whispers beneath my feet; a harbinger of something unseen

Internal secrets,breath held tight,the air has a scent, seemingly metallic and bitter,and unspoken fears are gnawing like rats at the edges of the mind

What lies in the empty room that people all avoid? A single mirror reflects but not faces faces, only the gaze of what is dreaded, possibly an absence, or a presence at periphery of vision that makes your skin crawl

You clutch the edge of sanity as the clock ticks with a mocking insistence reminding that time is a thief appearing in the dread of the corners of your waking dreams

You ,seek solace in the familiar because you cannot predict the shape of your own undoing: All because you fear what you don’t understand and cannot control