I lay awake at the dead
of night.
The darkness looking over my bed.
My mind not at ease due to the fright.
I pant. I sweat.
Alone or together, the nightmare forever lasts.
sadly nothing is over yet.
I cry while my breathing is fast.
And still, I cannot sleep
in fear of my imagination
In the night, I weep.
My mind's creation
I cry more and the tears run.
Silence is all I hear
The nightmares ruin all the fun.
Suddenly, there's a whisper in my ear.
I jolt up, screaming.
I look around.
My vision beaming
from corner to corner looking for what needs to be found.
Nothing is there.
I am scared
How is any of this fair?
The voices in my head get blared.
Anxiety fills me
in fear of my imagination.
Maybe it's meant to be
My mind's creation
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Spooks
TerrorAre you scared of the dark? What about clowns or spooky ghosts? Maybe demons or death even? Well, whatever you are afraid it's probably here in The Book of Spooks. Be prepared to scream or get baffled by cliffhangers or twists. Walk the road of horr...
