Coming Back:

I remember singing hymns to keep the demons from

Me

Lying in my bed

Terrified

Of the figure in my

Doorway

Inching closer and

Closer

I lay on my back horrified out of my

Mind

Bile threatened to exit my

Body

My flesh, cold and

Taunt

frightened, horror-struck waiting for the figure's

Choice

Coming in and getting me or

Leaving

Concentrating on the music I finally

Slept

But not peacefully for I knew that

Tomorrow

Tomorrow night my figure would be

Back

The figure would never stop coming

Back