Darkness Dies

The cold and rainy night
Brings to light the past frights
Stories told by parents
Become real…

I can hear something in
My closet getting out
Scratching at the wood
Creaking of the hinges
And a figure stands there
Red eyes cloaked in a hood

Frightened, you scream out loud
Parents look, nothing found
“Quiet, go to bed.”
But it’s real…

A mist slithers from the
Closet, from where it stood
Takes form beside your bed
Skeletal hands caress
Your face, you want to scream
The thing fills you with dread

Desperate, you look around
Maybe you make a sound
But no one helps you
When it’s real…

Lightning flashes outside
Revealing a grisly sight
A skull with glowing eyes
Fear grips through the night
Heart seizes, they find you
Cold as ice when darkness dies