The Unknown

What are you afraid of?

They feed in the darkness.
When you think your mind is playing tricks on you,
But you can’t deny the jump your heart makes 
or the breath stuck in your throat that is long overdue.

They feed in the darkness.
When you hear the floor creak and the sound of heavy shoes,
But pretend you are already fast asleep
And not wondering what it is — or whose,

They feed in the darkness
When you’re forced to consider not only the 'maybes' of the present 
But also the ‘what-ifs' of the past 
And that is when the ghosts start their descent.

They feed in the darkness. They feed on fear.
They feed when you're all alone.
And not one soul is safe.
Because, who doesn't fear the unknown?