The hour when my clock says oh three is the most
Terrifying
Electrifying
Adrenaline filled
Hour of my day
I wake up
I roll over
I see '03:01' on my clock
And a shock of excitement shoots its way
D
O
W
N
My spine
The duvet is pulled right up to my chin
I lay on my back and shake with excitement
What if tonight is the night
The night that something crawls out from under my bed
Or the night that my wardrobe doors slide open
Or the night the windows rattle and the wind howls
Because 3am is the witching hour
Are they coming to get me tonight
Will i feel that electric feeling of being pulled from my bed
Will i feel the cold spindly fingers of Hecate wrap around my wrist as she pulls me from my bed
I quiver in my warm bundle of cotton
I shake with unwarranted adrenaline
The clock reads '03.57'
And then ticks over to '03.58'
I guess tonight was not the night
Maybe one day it will happen
Maybe one day I will become a folktale
The girl stolen from her bed in the middle of the night
Stolen
Taken away without a fight
Maybe one day i will become a legend.
But not tonight
I roll back over and close my eyes
The clock reads '03.59'
And the windows rattle slightly
One single time.
~ witching hour.
