Imaginary

Do you ever see
Something that just
Isnt there?
Or is it just me.
a zombie clawing at your window,
Or a large eye on the door
Watching you?
Putrid visions of grotesque terrifying creatures.
The taut greenish flesh of the thing in your closet,
the faceless sceletal being caressing your blankets
As you hide, telling yourself its just
Imaginary.
Or is it just me?
The ants crawling up your legs and on the floor,
Dissapearing when you brush them away.
The hazy occilating faces of black mist
staring at you from the center of your room.
Or is it
Just
Me?