It was one in the morning
When I heard something crash in the hall.
My mom must still be up going wild on her boyfriend.
The house was totally dark though.
Its funny cause the lights were usually on
I stepped on something sharp but I knew somethings was wrong.
It felt like I was in a horror movie the silence was
Unbearable.
As I tried to walk away I heard a blood curling scream.
I felt my legs slip away from the weight of my body.
I was walking past my moms room when I heard my name being called.
I nearly pissed my pants it sounded like a few feet
Whatever it was sound delighted
I tried to run and felt when a warm hand grabbed my foot.
I fought as hard as I could but it Was no use.
The figure was pulling me under the bed.
Now it was over me.
It leaned forward and started to talk it was then I realized the voice.
It was my mom
But further more what she said frightened me further,
She said" you heard it, I heard it too".....the end.......
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.