Half awake, asleep?
I don’t know but I sensed the presence of evil
standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
A misty mass that had no human form,
but emitted cold soil and stank like a sewer of dead rats.
My back froze to ice, will it envelope
and absorb me in to its realm of bleakness,
where silence is a scream cut short by daggers?
Couldn’t turn around and look,
for if I were right it would be too much.
Slowly, slowly dawn came,
sunrays of life sat on the window ledge,
birds, on the roof, began chirping
and the wicked presence evaporated.