As night crept upon, and the moon lay low. The wind started to howl like a timber wolf's call. The grass started to rustle like papers of sand. Took into torturous and demented hands. The starts retreated into the night, and the moon that shown danced into the clouds. The tress that swayed tapped tapped rapped upon the window pains. Beckoning for something dark to come there way. As the shutter rattled shacking into the wind in fear of what may appear.
The floors they protested and screamed in the night as though they were a live and screaming for there life. The Shadows danced a dance of Malice as the candles flame swayed. Holding what once was visible in shadows alive. In bed I lay restless and cold. The drafts of the house did nothing to warm. I listened intently to all the coming sounds, and all of a sudden ... BOOM came a noise. As If some had been smashed hard upon the ground. No screams heard I Just a deep dark laugh, and again came the noise. This time loud and wet. I rose from the bed as though I were called. and followed the sound of the booming pound.
I Crept to the door, and the floor crept beneath my feet. Turning the knob and pulled the door free. It creeked in protest, but no mind I payed I listened once more, but the boom had gone away. Curiousity Struck like a knife in the back. It took me , and led me to persue and find the sound. To every knock and every dark conner did I search, But nothing sweet nothing did I find.
" all in my head", I told myself, and to My bed I returned. The stairs the strained under my tiring wieght and once again came the sound of hate. Shaking my bones Like I was in the earths quake, But this time I was near. So near it rang my ears. To my heart it rocked a pain, and more rapidly had it came. I began to panic, and my mind ran wild, and to the floor I fell as Some cold grasped my soul. No sound did I make as In to darkness I drift. Turning to see my attacker all in shadow protected. In the glare of what little light there was. I made out the teeth and eyes that glare down with a smile. Slender Was he in he's sillouette and closer he moved till upon my face. His breath feel warm, and My eyes grow wide. as I Woke from A night mare to face a mirrors sight and within the image I saw What had come to take my life.
