By: Jackie Atkins
I am the growling in the gloom,
that proclaims approaching doom.
I am the creaking in the hall,
and the shadow on your wall.
I am the darkness underneath your bed,
the feeling when all hope has fled.
I am the blackness of the night,
hiding monstrous things from sight.
I am the sadistic grin that glares,
from the space beneath the stairs.
I am the thing in the attic you fear,
that sinister groaning you dread to hear.
I am the wind on a midnight cold,
singing songs so chillingly old.
I am the wailing of creatures unknown,
turning your pounding heart to stone.
I am the rasp of your closet door,
as it slides across the floor.
I am the fiend that dwells therein,
eager for the fun to begin.
I am the fear,
the icy sensation.
I am always here,
Hey, whats up? Sorry for not finishing this sooner, life took a few unexpected turns for me, and thats all I have to say about that :) Anyhoo, I just wanted to know, do you think that this should be the last chap, or should I try and continue it now that I have some time? Let me know in the reviews, please. A big Thanks to all the wonderful people who actually still read this! Please R&R