Whispers in the Dark

Shadows creep where light has died, A hollow whisper slithers wide. Footsteps echo—none are near, A voice behind you breathes in fear.

Fingertips on frozen glass, A face that moves but does not pass. Laughter rings from empty halls, A shadow crawls along the walls.

The wind may howl, the floor may groan, But something waits when you’re alone. Close your eyes and count to three… Pray it doesn’t wake with thee.