You feel it at night,
Too vivid and clear,
Something wants to hurt you,
Something sickening and near.

You open your eyes,
Make it disappear,
A slight pressure or vacuum,
Silence screams in your ear.

Claws rake across the floor,
Hold your breath silent,
As your lungs recycle air,
Static pulls at every hair.

There at the corner of your sight,
The faintest form,
This terrible outline,
His two blood red eyes.


January 16, 2016