Late Night Paranoia

I sit in the middle of the bed

Not too close to either edge

My legs folded beneath me

My hands fiddling with a pen

Its just past two in the morning

And no one is here but me

 

Or is there?

 

I look up suddenly

Did a shadow just cross the wall?

My body tenses

I try to peer around the corner

Careful not to make a sound

 

A whisper

 

Did someone call my name?

The doors are locked

The windows shut

Did I remember to set the alarm?

My mind races as I fight to remember

 

A creak in the floor

 

I almost leap out of bed in fright

Tiptoe across the room

Someone must have broken in

My heart pounds against my chest

Slowly I open my bedroom door

Creeping down the stairs

 

Gripping fear

 

Silent prayers as I check the doors

Unlock and relock

Testing the knobs

I rub my arms trying to keep calm

But its just past two in the morning

And no one is here but me

 

Reviews

[Daniel Gardner]

hmm, makes an interesting suspense. Something along the lines of Edger Alan Poe (who is my favorite writer by the way) Great job.