"Don't be scared"
Called a dark voice.
But my heart filled with fear
So I had no choice.
I shut my eyes and began to pray,
That I would live another day.
I didn't know what lay ahead,
I could only hope it was in my head.
The hall was long, dark, and cold,
And smelled like death, mildew, and mold.
Then the scene began to fade.
"We'll meet again." The dark voice bade.
I woke in a sweat, completely scared.
I told my sister who didn't care,
So I went back to sleep, and began to dream.
But in my sleep I heard a scream.
And knew it was me.