Awakened in the night by a creaking
as of a door, though my own remained shut.
I swung my feet to the floor and listened.
A sudden sinking feeling in my gut,
trepidation for approaching the hall.
Something shifted, skittered past the window.
A shadow seemed to lean down from the wall.
I stood obstinately, arms akimbo,
willing my eyes to adjust to the dark.
Something stepped from the corner grey and white.
Through the shadow a pale face floated closer,
Its open mouth a black deeper than night.
I woke up in the morning on my floor
and blamed the bathrobe hanging on the door.
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