The 7 Hours

At 12 AM the room door opens as I lay awake in bed. Little ones made of deep shadows come to play near my head.

At 1 AM the curtains draw to reveal a brand new guest. The moonlight bathes a tall dark figure who longs to join the rest.

At 2 AM I hear a voice and realize I cannot move. The shadows have begun to dance around to some unholy groove.

At 3 AM the clock rings out and my bed begins to spin. Through the blur I catch a shape and realize something else has let itself in.

At 4 AM my senses peak and my heart begins to pound, as some shadowy thing crawls over me while making not a sound.

At 5 AM I cry and scream but nothing seems to come out. Unliving eyes stare down at me as in my head I shout.

At 6 AM the sun rises to flood my room in red. The shadows slip right out the door and leave me in my bed.

At 7 AM my eyes shut open and finally I can move. But I look around and fear takes over... I’m no longer in my room.

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