Fear
In that situation, the smallest noise can be the scariest thing.
A single creak turns into an eerie moan.
A light whisper changes to a ghost's call for help.
A thump on the wood transforms into a phantom's plea for attention.
My arms tightened around my only friend, an aged teddy bear, ripped and torn from use.
Control of my heart is gone, replaced with a rapid thumping in my ever tightening chest.
Light sweat covers my already crawling skin.
Nothing I think will make it better.
Everything is about the shadows.
Gone.
Sanity is gone.
A single creak turns into an eerie moan.
A light whisper changes to a ghost's call for help.
A thump on the wood transforms into a phantom's plea for attention.
My arms tightened around my only friend, an aged teddy bear, ripped and torn from use.
Control of my heart is gone, replaced with a rapid thumping in my ever tightening chest.
Light sweat covers my already crawling skin.
Nothing I think will make it better.
Everything is about the shadows.
Gone.
Sanity is gone.