Lend a Hand

A poem of bedroom monsters. Sleep tight, and don't let them in.

They hide in your closet

They hide behind your door

You know they are close

When you hear tapping on the floor.

You hear voices from the darkness

Whispering for you to come

You shut your eyes and ears

Hearing your heart beat thrum.

There are shadows on your walls

That disappear when you turn

They run around to taunt you

But they're closeness become a concern.

There's scraping on the wooden floor

But fear is holding back curiosity

So you lie as still as possible

Hoping it will disappear quickly.

You hear loud breathing in the silence

But it isn't yours

Then you hear constant clicking

Of the closing and opening of doors

All of a sudden the noise comes to a stop

And the silence suffocates you

But you dare not make a sound

Silently wishing this nightmare isn't true.

Then something is heard

And your ears perk up to the sound

Listening closely and carefully 

For the noise to be found.

You're scared to look 

When you suddenly hear your door open

Slowly creaking and squeaking

As your whole body is frozen.

You quickly reach over for your lamp

Before they get to you

But as your hand lands on the switch

You feel another hand there too.

Author's Note

Hope you like the scary poem!

Reviews

[Bare Trees]

Ha, great ending with a nice twist. I enjoyed this thoroughly.

[Nur Syamilah]

Thank you!