I stare at the ceiling as it expands.
Could my mind be playing tricks?
I can't feel my hands.
The sound of soft ticks.
I avert my gaze to the far corner of my room.
A tall and lengthy figure, standing with its mouth agape.
The figure slowly moved around my room.
I closed my eyes for a moment. Soft ticks.
I opened my eyes, I tried to scream, but there was no sound.
The figure was above me, its body was contorted.
I tried to move, the figure's head moved closer.
The figure had no facial features. I can feel my hands!
I pulled the covers over my head as if I was a little kid.
Next to my bed, the sound of soft ticking.
Gathering my courage, I ran to my light switch.
I lightly flicked the switch, the figure was gone.
It was all in my head.
I let my fears scare me.
I can't sleep.
I can't think.
I'm scared it'll come back.
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PoetryI'll list triggers for any Poems that I feel need it, if you find one that feels necessary to have a certain tw, please tell me! I found the cover image on google.
