~*~ FEAR ~*~ (The not so serious version)

The rustling of the curtains, the whispered sound of a word The look upon my face "Quit with the parnonia, it's absurd" I know there's nothing really there, I know it's in my head But none the less my heart speeds up as I sit in silent dread "WHAT'S THAT?!?" A sound, I heard it, atleast I think I did I pull the covers back, thinking I should have stay hid I peer around my darkened room, and slowly slip my feet out I softly touch the floor below, my eyes constantly darting about I'm terrified of something, nameless as it may be But I still shiver in fear even though there's nothing to see I grab the flashlight from my nightstand, and clutch it close to my breast I slowly wave it back and forth, the only sound coming from the breathing in my chest I leave the bed and stand there, looking slowly around Straining my ears completely, determined to find a sound Suddenly behind me, underneath the bed, A growling I can hear it, as of something waiting to be fed I scream aloud and pivot fast, twirling to meet my foe But cry in pain and jump up once as I hit on the bed my toe "DAMMIT" I yell as I touch my wound, the fear for a moment gone But then I remember the terror below, my distraction not staying long I aim the light at the deep darkness, trying to be bold But through my mind the horror stories scroll, that I had once been told What if it had huge teeth, and eyes that glowed like fire?! What if it was hungery, and ate children with a deep desire?! "Forget it!" I yell and run to the door, reaching for the knob I grip it tightly, and pull with all my might, my unattended wound begins to throb But I pay it no attention, and run out the room I run through the hallway; it's darkness and gloom I was only halfway down when I stop and stare What was that at the end of the hall? It glares... Twirling around I run back to the safety of my bed What of the monsters? I don't know...I am covering my head Under the covers, I hide myself tight Fearing the whole time those monsters this night Morning has come and of course they were gone My parents say it was my imagination...But I know they were wrong I know that the monsters will return some day But this time I'd like to be a bit bolder...Or so I pray.Lol...Dedicated to when we all used to be afraid of the monstered under the bed. Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 02:27 AM PST   0 • 14