Running down the hallway
lights flickering on and off
metallic sounds, voices
whispers ever so soft
Being followed, being chased
running away, attempting escape
footsteps getting nearer:
now I fear that it's too late
I feel a hand grab me;
i twist, I scream
the fear taking over
things are never as they seem
I gasp, and I choke
I struggle and kick
my eyes meet my captor
his face dimly lit
I freeze, I stop
My blood goes cold
His eyes, so terrifying:
ancient, and old
Is it a ghost?
Is it a man?
Is it the reaper?
I don't understand
Then fingers grab my throat
I try to breathe and fail
Then I'm screaming in my room
while everything else is still
I stop yelling, look around
Night, everything's quiet
I relax, go out the room
I can't believe I cause such a riot
Just a nightmare
Not real
yet fear and terror
are the emotions I feel
I get back to my room
I freeze, stare in shock
he's there, on my bed
I see his eyes-he's back.
