Fear of The Night

What was that?

I heard it, didn’t you?

Maybe my mind is just messing with me.

The quiet of the night does have

 A tendency to set the nerves a-quiverin’.

That? That was nothing, just a trick of the light.

There isn’t anyone here but you and me.

You’re still nervous though, aren’t you?

You feel your heart racing, your fingers trembling;

Your skin is prickling with fear.

I see you glancing over your shoulder,

And at the same time you’re afraid

That you’ll actually see something.

Well, don’t you worry your pretty little head.

There’s nothing to be scared of...

Except the unseen things

Creeping through the shadows,

Watching,

Waiting.

It doesn’t matter how brave you are;

When your alone in the darkness

You can’t help but wonder,

Think to yourself, who’s there?

That’s the funny thing about fear:

You can’t hide from it.

It will always find you,

Strike when you least expect it.

I bet you can’t breathe right now,

The thought is so horrifying.

It’s like your being strangled by

Your innermost terrors.

They’re rushing up to meet you;

You shouldn’t keep them waiting...